ORLANDA sat cross-legged on her small bed, the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm hue over the room. In her hands was the delicate bracelet Oswald had gifted her, a stunning piece of silver with a simple yet elegant charm attached.

She turned it over in her fingers, her brows knitting together in thought.

"Oswald..."

That man was a mystery she couldn't solve. Cold and a brute beast one moment, considerate the next. Detached, yet now giving her gifts?

She let out a slow breath, staring at the piece of jewelry. Why did he get this for me?

He wasn't the type to do random acts of...