Chapter 3

After that night, the strange occurrences kept piling up, one after another.

Whenever the charcoal ran out, a fresh batch would magically appear the very next day.

If my blanket felt too thin, I'd wake up to find a soft brocade comforter added to my bedding.

And the second I started craving a snack, a plate of the freshest pastries would show up on my table the following morning.

I began to pay close attention.

Every single time something good happened, the same tall figure would be standing outside my window the night before.

I pretended not to notice, but…