A coffin made out of smooth , brown wood lays standing up against the wall.

You were on your balcony to watch the moon and the starts until your eyes wandered downwards.

You could notice a note on this coffin, though you couldn’t read it. You were too far away. Should you go down?

Whatever it was, you went down your stairs to the front door and unlocked it. You opened your front door to be met with a note saying.

“If found, open. The person inside will be thankful.”