Hello Grandmother,

Facing down Cassandra Stone when she had a gun in my face was scary. Getting my ass kicked by the Valkyrie was not something I thought I would survive. But it was there in Oz that I really lost it.

It wasn’t the mannequins though. I pled my case, explained my position fighting the vampires who were trying to invade Oz. After being stared down by the faceless creatures for what seemed like hours, I was taken to another part of the city, and thrown in front of three women, who I would come to learn are called Adepts. It was from them that I finally got an understanding of the situation in Oz. They have become the true power in Oz, the rulers behind the throne and the masters of its policies. And they were none too pleased to learn about the vampire’s plans for their dimension.

Unfortunately, any hope I had of them taking sympathy on my situation, and sending me home was sadly mistake. This information was an affront to them, and they saw me more as a message to be deciphered and dissected, which did not sound pleasant to me. Taking advantage of their distraction, and the low security around the leaders, I ran for it. Making it outside the city wasn’t easy, but at least I felt less likely to be probed. The only problem was: how was I getting home?

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