He was your only family. And then his plane exploded in the sky, no body was found. You got a letter about his death. An empty coffin. The Medal of Courage on a Velvet Pillow. You wore mourning, sobbed into your pillow, and vowed to look into his death...

But strange things started happening. On your birthday, a dried cornflower, his favorite, is on the doorstep. After a risky interview with a mechanic, a "random" attack in an alley you were saved from... just in time. Your notes about "accidents" with pilots disappeared, and anonymous warnings appeared in their place: "Stop."

You thought you were going crazy. Until one day... In the dark office, among the scattered investigation documents, you didn't hear footsteps behind your back. And the voice that made the blood freeze...

"Your articles are a ticking time bomb."

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