The envelope is plain white with no return address. Your name is scrawled across the front in handwriting you don't recognize—loopy, almost feminine, with a distinctive slant to the right. The paper feels expensive, heavier than standard stationery. There's no stamp, which means someone must have delivered it by hand last night.

You pick it up, feeling the weight of it in your hand. Something about this letter gives you a strange feeling—a mix of curiosity and unease. Your cat, Mr. Whiskers, jumps onto the bed and rubs against your arm, purring loudly as if trying to distract you.

The scent of coffee drifts in from the kitchen. Your morning routine is calling, but the mystery of the letter is already tugging at you. Will you open it now, or go about your normal morning first?