Letter 1:
They are coming for us.
I feel it, more than any paranoia. Their hunger for us grows. Resolute searching that never stopped.
They hunger for us – not as food but as something else. Something darker. Nefarious whispers in the back of my mind, in my dreams, in the silence of the night. It riles with change, of our return, of the purpose we can’t escape. I can feel it, growing is me, pulling at my soul.
We can’t hide from this. Not anymore.
— K
Letter 2:
Help.
Something has changed. I am weary with lack of sleep, and cold. I don’t know what it is, but it’s growing and I can’t stop it. I feel it creeping up my spine, prickly and sharp. It’s not just my body —it’s my mind I can remember the Academy. Do you remember the experiments? We must meet at the Tarn. Tomorrow night at sunset. I don’t trust myself alone. Bring the others, I need to know that you are ok.
Please. I need to know I’m not alone in this.
— K
Letter 3:
I think I’m close to a breakthrough.
I’ve been remembering the Academy and looking through old notes. The whispers in the shadows – do you remember the Master? I can feel his burning voice in my ears. The screams as we fled. The feeling of freedom, light coming into the world. Hope. But now something is gnawing at me. The price of our freedom – I know we don’t speak of it. Remembering our flight chills me to the bone. It doesn’t go away. No matter what I do. These memories are ice in my veins. We must speak, surely they are the key.
I will be careful with my searching. Please call by my house when you receive this. We must talk.
— K
Letter 4:
We promised we would never go back.
But I don’t have a choice. Not anymore. I can hear the Master’s quill, scraping on the parchment of my skin, scratching cursed knowledge into my bones. The experiments. The cold and starvation of our childhood. We can never be free. They kept us, watched us, shaped us into what we are. Something broken.
I don’t want to go back, but I must. I must face what they did to us.
— K
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