Tracking The Mysterious Van
As the van finally pulled away, I quickly jotted down its license plate and description in my notebook. “Got it!” I whispered, a surge of triumph in my voice. Mark nodded, his eyes sharp and alert. “Smart move,” he murmured. The weight of the moment lingered—an unshakable feeling that we’d stumbled onto something big. Most kids experienced thrills like this through video games. But this? This was real. And we were all in, piecing together yet another fragment of Luna’s unfolding mystery.
Tracking The Mysterious Van
Curiosity Deepens
Back at home, I paced the floor, my mind racing with a storm of thoughts. Something was undeniably off, and I knew I had to connect the dots. “Do you think this could be connected to Luna?” I asked Mark as we went over everything. “Think about it, Alex,” he replied. “We need to dig deeper into that van.” Curiosity burned into resolve. We were in too deep to turn back now—unraveling the truth behind this strange puzzle had become inevitable.
Curiosity Deepens
