To whom it may concern,
You are not the
first one to pass this way but I cannot promise that you will not be the last.
The shadows where long upon the wall foretelling of the darkness that was soon
to fall. You walked around the room opening empty draws wishing against hope,
to find some lost forgotten treasure left behind from your predecessor. A
secret that will stop the passage of time. You turn on the game and wait. You
will not wait long. The closer the night draws the hungrier I become.
Sincerely, The Fly on the Wall
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