The Ring

I wait in the meeting room. I sigh. This is hopeless, I think to myself. I look at the thin briefcase beside me. I see a tiny golden yellow lock on it. I press the button residing on it, and it opens with a soft click. I stare into it, it’s empty. I look through it, but to no avail. It’s empty. Then I see it. A small, shiny ring. It looks as if something is emanating from it, something dark, like… like shadows emerging then retracting to and from the ring.  I slip it onto my finger. I suddenly go cold.