Martin held the damp note in his hand, his eyebrows furrowed deeply, and in that moment, his heart surged with frustration.
The inexplicable note, together with a chill breeze where there should have been none, gave him an ominous premonition.
Why would there be a floating piece of paper in a windless cave?
Who would leave him such a vague message?
Could it be...
It seemed he thought of something. Martin looked around and then asked the air,
"Excuse me, is anyone there?"
He had reason to suspect that the note had been deliberately given to him by someone he couldn't see.
"Was it that little girl just now? Was it you?"
Unfortunately, despite asking many times, there was no response in the cave.
Martin's nature told him that a soldier's instinct was to face danger, not avoid it, so he bent down to pick up the note and scrutinized it carefully.
