Chapitre 97: | The Last Moments Of Hope

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐘

I opened my eyes and looked right at my brother.

"What if we don't? This isn't cocaine or heroin, Daniel. Neither are these illegal weapons. This is a living, breathing person. And looking at the condition she's in, I'm pretty sure we just opened up a box of fucked-up shit. And now this letter. What does it even fucking mean? What did we take? Her?" I pointed down the hall to the room where Jane was kept. "And what price? We would be all kinds of stupid if we didn't take this seriously."

"I know that. But something tells me we should just give it time. We have no leads except our Jane Doe and this creepy as fuck letter. So, let's all breathe, take a step back, and let it unfold. That's our only option right now."