Hello Grandmother,

I’ve been on the run in the desert for a day now, and already I’m sick of it. I’ve grown too accustomed to living the life of luxury, the life that this age can afford me. If the old you were here, grandma, you’d kick my ass for going so slow. But I know I’ll never get the old you back. I’m really all alone out here.

I’m really kind of shocked that someone sent a demon after me yesterday. I didn’t think there were that many demons around in this day and age. Do they know what I did? Do they know about how I stopped the Illuminati from selling the Earth to them? I’m kind of afraid to survive what I plan to do. If demons are coming after me, I may not be able to return to polite society.

I’m probably not making any sense to you. I probably never make any sense here. There is so much I ought to say, and so much I’m scared will ruin everything. Maybe I should tell you who I am. Maybe I should tell you what I did, where I’m from. Can I go to my end if you don’t know?

I guess I can, for now. Maybe because part of me hasn’t given up hope on me living through this, and maybe because I can’t see how letting everyone know the truth about me would really help. If I don’t make it, I’m sorry grandma. Someday, I hope you understand.

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