Three days later I have a fight with that bitch Silk about 'fishing in her pond', like the Xanadu would even be standing if it weren't for me and lo and behold someone damn near sets fire to the place. I ask some people around town, not going to name any names since I know you don't like me mentioning my friends, turns out it had been rats with matches, running all over the place. Has to be magic right? The guy I was talking to said normies used to pull that shit back in Merry Old England, but I'm 90% sure he was bullshitting me.
But the letter continues in a shakier hand: I was right, Holy Ishtar I wish I wasn't. This rat comes into my room with a note between its teeth that says 'You've seen I can hurt ya mate and you've seen how I can help yea, lets' talk. Venetian Canals at midnight, I'll even bring you a snack.' As soon as I finished the rat jumped up and ate it right out of my hand. Killed it, just like out of pure instinct you know. I was gonna ignore the crazy son of a bitch altogether, cursing at the dead rat and shit when a bullet came though my window, parted my hair right down the middle, didn't break my skin. Guess I'll go. Leaving this letter, the bullet and the rat in here for you to find in case I don't come back.