In the middle of the night, Gray sat on the edge of his bed. His room was already dark, with the only light available coming from the lamp at his bedside table.
In his hand, he held it. The thing Conrad had given him.
The black sleek black card.
It wasn't a calling card but just a simple card with Conrad's name written on the side. Gray turned it between his fingers, looking at it under the lamps.
He had seen plenty of business cards before, but this was built differently.
This looked like… a key. It looks like an access cards from hotels. But that was what made him wonder. To what?
Gray's brows furrowed as he stared at it longer.
"What the hell is this, old man?" he muttered under his breath. It was his first time really looking at it closely. The last time, he just dismissed and kept it, not really thinking that much.
