"Someone sent a parcel, and there was a bloody mouse inside it. Tilda saw it and has been sick ever since!"

Sheldon recounted the disturbing event.

Someone sent a dead mouse to Tilda?

Lyndon furrowed his brows in concern. “I'm on my way, he assured, ending the call."

He immediately turned his car towards Tilda's place.

Upon reaching Tilda's apartment, before even ringing the doorbell, Lyndon noticed something alarming on the wall-a word painted in red: “DIE".

The message was stark, meant to intimidate.

Lyndon's lips pressed into a thin line. The threat at Tilda's doorstep and the gruesome parcel were no mere pranks. He sensed a deeper menace.

Lyndon didn't waste any time and pressed the doorbell.

The door opened shortly after.

"Mr. Fernandez." Elma was at the door, with Sheldon trailing behind.

"Dad."

"Elma," Lyndon acknowledged, nodding at her while patting Sheldon's head.

“Come inside quickly."

Sheldon grabbed his hand and led him in.

In the living room, Tilda sat on the sofa, a cup in her hand.

Her face looked pale.

“Tilda, dad is here."

Tilda, startled, looked at Lyndon and asked without thinking, “Why are you here?"

Before Lyndon could answer, Sheldon chimed in, "I got a little scared, so I called him to come."