Curiosity overcame the quiet fear she had spent years living beside.
The day before, she had searched his office.
There were no documents. No money. Nothing that explained where he had been going or why he had become so distant. Only the same object, wrapped carefully and stored where important things are usually kept.
That absence—of explanation, of anything ordinary—disturbed her more than the object itself.
When she finally lifted it from the drawer, she realized how strange it truly was.
It stood nearly a foot tall, smooth to the touch, its surface covered in intricate repeating patterns that felt less decorative than intentional. At the top were thin articulated projections—something between antennae and jointed limbs—arranged with unsettling precision.
It resembled nothing familiar.
