Ray squinted at the trophy again, his fingers lingering on the engraved date: January 30, 2012. The numbers seemed to pulse under his touch, demanding answers. His brow furrowed as unease crept into his chest. Why that day? Why would someone go to such lengths to hide this trophy?
He set the trophy down carefully, pulled out his phone, and typed the date into a search engine. His fingers hovered as he scrolled, eyes darting over headlines and news articles. Nothing. No national tragedies, no breaking news, not even a minor local event.
"Just a normal Wednesday," he muttered, frustrated. Yet the weight in his chest only grew heavier.
