A Normal Breakfast Turns Strange
The first cut through my sausage felt ordinary. The second didn’t. My knife hit something hard—not bone, not gristle, but cold metal.
The Shocking Discovery
I pulled out a USB drive glinting in the morning light. By then, I’d already eaten part of that pack. I washed my hands three times before even touching it. The flash drive sat on the table like evidence from a crime I didn’t remember witnessing.
Part of me wanted to toss it and forget it existed. Another part demanded answers. Curiosity won.
A Message Meant Only for Me
I plugged in the drive. A single folder beckoned: “OPEN ME.” Inside was one photo—a man, too close to the camera, laughing as if he knew I’d be staring back. Nothing violent. Nothing overtly threatening. Yet it felt like a personal message meant only for me.
The Lingering Mystery
I never learned who he was or why the drive ended up in my food. Since that day, every sealed package feels like a question I’m afraid to answer.
