This letter was delivered on Monday in an envelope, unmarked except for the name of who it was addressed to:
Raphael Zachary Kay (@Kirathel)
Isabelle Sarahs (@LTVmocs)
Jake Steel (@RogueToa)
Vlad Wilson (@Toa_Vladin)
Now it is Saturday, shortly before 2:00 in the afternoon. Hamilton Dr winds around the western edge of the town, between the rest of civilization and a quaint little forest. 3141 is a large, two-story building built on a large, tree-filled yard, with a pathway leading from the street and the nearest neighbor living out of sight beyond a bend in the road. It's a quiet, sunny afternoon, with the wind chasing clouds around the sky and causing the leaves to rustle overhead and against the walls of the waiting house.