**[Verse 1]** The key felt heavy in my hand, my head was full of doubt. The tailor answered almost everything... except what that number was about. No opening times. No telephone. No map. No place to start. Just an old brass key... and a hundred questions running circles through my heart. --- **[Verse 2]** I climbed the stairs, unlocked my flat, and froze before I moved. Lying on the worn-out carpet just inside the letterbox was a small black envelope. No stamp. No address. No handwriting. Just six numbers pressed in gold. **Three... Five... Seven... Four... Six... Five...** --- **[Bridge]** The card felt heavier than paper ought to feel. I turned it over. Nothing. Ran my thumb beneath the seal. Inside... one folded sheet of thick cream parchment. Not printed. Typed. Old typewriter keys pressed deep enough to leave their mark. --- **[Final Verse]** I unfolded it. One line. Three words. Nothing more. No signature. No explanation. Just... **DON'T TRUST THEM** I read it twice. Then looked back at the key... wondering which mystery I'd just unlocked.
