The message was cryptic, but something about it resonated with Giselle. She glanced back out the window, and this time, she noticed something peculiar. A figure was standing across the street, under the canopy of a large oak tree. They were dressed in a long, black coat, and their face was obscured by a hood.
With that, the woman turned and disappeared into the storm, leaving Giselle stunned and wondering what lay ahead.
The woman handed Giselle a small, waterproof folder containing a set of photographs. As Giselle flipped through them, she realized that they were pictures of her own childhood, taken on locations she had long forgotten.
Without thinking, Giselle grabbed her coat and stepped out into the stormy morning. The wind whipped her hair into a frenzy as she crossed the street, her eyes locked on the figure.
As she turned away from the window, her gaze fell upon the small, mysterious package on her coffee table. It had arrived earlier that morning, with no note or indication of who might have sent it. The plain black box seemed to radiate an otherworldly aura, drawing her in with an air of secrecy.
"Your memories are not what they seem," the woman said, her eyes locked on Giselle's. "Look outside, and you will find the truth."