The next day, curiosity gnawed at me. I couldn’t ignore the sunflower keychain or the name “Luci” etched on the back. Against my better judgment, I found myself standing in front of 9 Mercer Lane, heart pounding. The door creaked open before I could knock. Inside was a forgotten world, filled with relics of a past I never knew. It was as if the keys had unlocked a hidden chapter of my life.
Returning home, my mind was racing. Who was Luci? Why had she chosen me? The mystery deepened with every passing hour. The keys were no ordinary gift—they were an invitation, or perhaps a warning, to step beyond the ordinary and into something far darker and more profound than I could imagine.
