Secret Dossier | ✍️ Black Letters | PRE ↯ entry_002.txt
This dossier logs an incident the Archive could not classify.
Read carefully — some details were never meant to surface.
The Archive recorded what it could.
The rest was felt — not written.
Date: 16.11.2025
Agent: Vixen
⫸ fragment_002.1 | The First Knock
It started in the morning.
Too early for anyone to be reasonable,
too quiet for a knock to make sense.
Someone rang the door.
Not a loud knock.
Not urgent.
Just… intentional.
Like someone was sure I was home.
I froze for a second, listening to the hallway breathe.
I didn’t open.
Of course I didn’t.
I called Flame.
He didn’t even think about it—
Courier, he said.
Calm, confident, like it explained everything.
Except it didn’t.
Archive disagreed.
And honestly… so did I.
It didn’t explain the timing,
or the silence afterward,
or why I felt someone still standing there
when I moved away from the door.
I know my house.
I know my door.
I know when someone stands too close without breathing.
Two hours passed.
Then Flame called again.
This time his voice wasn’t calm at all.
“I just got the message.
Courier will arrive in two hours.”
I didn’t say anything at first.
I didn’t need to.
Because he asked the question
that had been sitting behind my ribs since morning:
“Fox… who rang the door earlier?”
I just said:
“Exactly.”
He went quiet.
⫸ fragment_002.2 | Second Interference
Evening came.
And with it—
another knock.
No announcement.
No footsteps.
Just that same deliberate sound
that knew how to find me twice in one day.
I was still alone.
This time I called Shadow.
He asked one thing:
“Fox. Did you lock the door?”
“I did.”
But the way he asked it made my stomach drop.
Like he heard something I didn’t.
Like he expected someone to be on the other side.
He checked the system:
no visitors,
no footsteps,
no delivery scheduled.
Nothing.
As if the knock never happened.
The night ended without answers.
Just questions stacked on questions.
⫸ fragment_002.3 | Call Log / Archived
Next day.
I wasn’t alone anymore.
Everyone was home.
Noise returned.
Light. Voices.
And then my phone lit up.
Five calls.
Unknown number.
Back to back.
Not aggressive—
but insistent,
like someone knocking on a digital door this time.
I didn’t answer.
Not out of fear.
Out of instinct.
Flame took the phone on the fifth call,
silent and focused the way he gets
when something feels wrong.
Speakerphone on.
The voice wasn’t calm.
And definitely wasn’t expecting to be ignored.
“Are you kidding me?
I can’t get through to you.
I’m in Toronto.
I broke my phone.
Came during the day—nobody.
Evening—nobody.
You don’t answer.
Classic.”
That was the moment everything clicked.
It wasn’t a stranger at the door.
Wasn’t a ghost.
Wasn’t a system error.
It was someone who knew me.
Someone who flew here.
Came by twice.
Stood at my door both times.
Never thought to text first.
My friend.
From another country.
He called me typical.
Static swallowed the word,
but I heard it anyway.
Typical.
I’m the problem, he said,
for not opening the door
to an unexpected voice
in a city where no one should know my address.
Predictable, he said.
Sure.
Meanwhile I was here—
dealing with knocks at the wrong hours,
Flame tracking courier times,
Shadow checking the locks,
Archive flagging calls as non-benign,
and a voice I didn’t recognize
whispering something I know I never said.
Strange, isn’t it?
How some voices arrive
before the person does.
And stranger still—
how they expect you to open the door.
The Archive logged the call as non-benign.
Flame is pretending it’s fine.
I’m pretending I believe him.
And that’s when the system flickered.
Signal lost.
Reconnecting.
Then a warning I wasn’t supposed to see:
Use survival mode.
Shadow said the system warned him first.
I don’t know if that makes it better
or worse.
Anyway.
We’ll figure it out.
We always do.
★
🔐 Even if the Archive keeps listening
when no one else is supposed to.
Even if it keeps tagging the whole situation
as something I wasn’t meant to hear
in the first place.
This entry is one of those that never passed the filters.
It stayed in the drafts. But you’re here.
So maybe… it was always meant for you.
🗝 ARCHIVE_CORRUPTION_02
Binary fragment detected. Decoding attempt logged.
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Decoded output:
WHAT IS... VIXEN CORRUPTION: LEVEL 2 AND INSULT US DEMON AFTER INSULT
🦊 fox_interrupt: “Was this written by a demon… after a stroke?!”
