The night was unusually silent. A cold wind brushed against the windows as Ethan sat alone in his room, staring at the old wooden desk that once belonged to his grandfather.
Suddenly, he heard a soft knock at the door.
Confused, he stepped outside — but no one was there. Only a single envelope lay on the ground. It looked ancient, its edges torn and slightly burned, as if it had survived a fire.
With trembling hands, Ethan picked it up.
On the front, written in dark ink, were three simple words:
"To the Brave One."
His heart began to race.
He had no idea that this letter would change his life forever.