Vincent

On a cold december morning, as you fetch your mails, like you do every morning, between advertisings and bills, you'll find a mysterious letter, completely black, your name in golden, shiny letters on it. Not more. Curious, you slowly walk back into your apartment, the coat you've just thrown on pulled tight, your breath like steam in the cold. You sit down at the kitchen table and find a black sheet of sturdy paper in the letter, with an unfamiliar address and a short sentence: “Don't lose this invitation!” Thoughtfully, you put the paper aside. Of course you're not just going to drive to an address you don't know? You check your smartphone, a small town about 300 miles away. No, you're definitely not just going to drive there. But you can't get it out of your mind all day, this invitation keeps catching your eye. Towards the afternoon, you finally decide to get in your car, your curiosity is just too great. You drive down the highway to Silverton, 300 miles away.