Dear Reader, This is the first letter my father sent to me after the night he ran off. January 29th, 2026 My son, they are after me. I can not reveal to you why these turn of events have transpired into our lives. You are not yet ready for the weight of the facts to surface on your mind. I am sorry. I had to barge out of the diner on New Years Day, I had no choice. I intend to celebrate the New Years right with you when I come out of hiding. Rest assured, my son, you will see

Dear Reader, I couldn’t handle it anymore. I know I promised my father I wouldn’t look at his letters and files. But after him no longer corresponding with me. I need to make an effort to figure out what happened to my own father. I peeked and read everything. The things my father has done. The events that led up to all these guests lives. How the murderer led up to enact their bold plan. I believe it’s all in these pages. These pages that I will share with you. Read these ca

Dear Reader, Salutations to all who knew my father due to his letters. I am V’s son. A ghost writer. I was tasked on a dreary day to take up the unfortunate task to be my father’s voice. To be the communication between him and “the hero’s who will face evil, no matter the cost.” That’s what my father used to say. He believed in hero’s. Unlike me. I do not believe in such childhood stories that have an obvious villain, and the clear cut hero. I believe people are like mixed sa