C11 Edward’s Game Begins

The invitation arrived by hand.

A crisp white envelope delivered to Ethan’s suite by Mr. Shin himself, just after breakfast. No stamp. No seal. Just a handwritten note on cream stock that read:

Library. 3:00 p.m. Bring no one. — E.H.

Ethan stood by the window, turning the card once between his fingers. The paper was expensive—he could feel the weight of control in the fibers. Deliberate