As you exit the library you flip your phone open to check the time and notice a message that you've been accepted as customer for the infamous whore named Thyme Craft. You know that she only accepts customer's willy-nilly based on her emotions and you had sent her a request for her services as a half joking manner. You never expected her to reply back at you. You've heard hear standards are hefty wallet and good looks. It makes you delighted that she has chosen you as her partner. The text is sent from an anonymous number and she asks you when you wish to meet her. You ask her to send a picture as a proof that she really is who she claims to be. After some time passes. You receive a naked picture of her with a timestamp of today's date and her name. While she is on top of a bed where touching her little toe with her thumb which is followed by picture of her whole face where you can see her pushing her tongue out between index and middle finger in a backwards V-pose. In both picture you can see a skull ring on her middle finger to confirm that both picture are sent from same person and the lighting in the room matches the time of day.
You text her back by saying how cute her ring look and ask if 6pm would be a perfect time for her. She doesn't confirm or deny the time but instead sends you the location where you should be at during that time window. Explaining that she's willing to wait for two hours for you to get there by yourself. You see that the place isn't that far away and it's currently 4pm. You still have plenty of time to check the TF-note notebook's claim as you put your phone back to your pocket.
You sit down at the local cafe and order a coffee. Then as you place the book on the table you begin to write a sentence on the blank page with a ball pen, 'Thyme Craft painted her fingernails black.' You open your phone and from the picture you notice something odd happening on Thyme's fingers. Her unpainted nails are getting new coat of paint in front of your eyes. The thin layer of black paint spreads through her nails as if they've always been like that. The picture stays the same but the fingernails are now black.
You think that you just wrote a statement rather than a change. Maybe the fingernails were already black and you just saw wrong. So you try to be even more specific and write the sentence, 'This morning at 10am Thyme Craft painted white skulls on top of her black fingernails.' You chuckle as there's no way a single notebook can't change reality that specifically. Then as you stare at your phone's screen you feel that you need to rub your eyes. You can't believe what you are seeing. The fingernails are getting one badly drawn skull on top of each nail. They all look crude but still the black paint is covered with white skulls that she had drawn herself. The picture was sent ten minutes ago and there's no way your phone is hacked or that she's that tech-savvy to re-edit a picture in such a short time.
The "TF-note" is a real deal. You gulp loudly as you realize what you have in your hands. The waitress brings you a cup of coffee as you nervously close the book's pages. No mortal man should have this kind of power to change others. You feel the dimming urge to throw the TF-note away before it can cause any harm. Then again. Maybe it's best for your own safety to keep it with you. Who knows what nefarious transformations it can cause if someone more sinful or foolish than you finds it. You swallow and bring the coffee cup closer to your lips. The notebook makes your hand tremor as you spill the coffee on your chin. You can't even think of discarding the book. It's yours now. You place the cup back to it's saucer. Should you use it now or later?