Underestimated Retribution

Chapter 69: Brown Needs A Miracle

Brown sat in his prison cell, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and anxiety, staring into the darkness. Sleep was a luxury he couldn't afford, not since the incident with the box. The memory of it made his skin crawl, and he couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched, even in the solitude of his cell.

The officers had tried to trace the source of the box, but it seemed to have appeared out of thin air, with no leads or clues to follow. The thought sent a shiver down Brown's spine. Who could be so calculated, so ruthless, as to want him dead? He racked his brain, trying to recall anyone he might have offended, anyone who might hold a grudge against him, so deep that it would drive them to such an extreme.

But his mind was a blank slate, unable to conjure up a single face or name. The more he thought about it, the more his anxiety grew, until he felt like he was drowning in a sea of uncertainty. Even the thought of being dead sent a wave of electricity pulsing up and down his spin