Yesterday, I picked up a pack of ordinary sausages at the grocery store — nothing unusual, just something quick to use for breakfast. They were on sale, and I figured they’d be perfect for a simple meal. The next morning, I began cooking, and when I cut into the first sausage, my knife struck something solid. I assumed it was a bit of gristle or a manufacturing flaw.
I tried slicing another piece, but again the knife met resistance. This time, something metallic caught the light. Carefully, I pulled it free and stared in disbelief — it was a small flash drive, completely intact. I couldn’t imagine how something like that could end up inside a packaged sausage. Curiosity took over as I examined it, still trying to understand what I had found.
After a moment of hesitation, I plugged the drive into my computer. I was cautious, aware of potential risks, but curiosity won out. Inside were dozens of files, neatly organized. Many were ordinary — family photos, scanned receipts, everyday documents. But some stood out: encrypted folders labeled with dates from the past several years. They offered no immediate clues, just the sense that there was more beneath the surface.
I didn’t know whether the flash drive had been lost, misplaced, or intentionally hidden. I couldn’t tell if it was a harmless mistake or something that carried a deeper story. What I did know was that a simple breakfast had turned into an unexpected mystery. What began as an ordinary morning became something far more intriguing — and it felt clear that this was only the start of a discovery I hadn’t planned to make.