October 13th, 1934
(Y/n),
How are you doing, my dear? I have missed you so badly. As of now, I simply wish to hold you in my arms again - it's been far too long.
But a tragedy has occurred in this mansion that I stay at. After a night of poker with my dear friend, Mark, and some other guests of his, I woke up to the most unsettling of news: Mark has been killed in cold blood.
I am still experiencing the grief of this situation, as is everyone else. Unfortunately, the murderer is still among us and I continue to fear the worst. There is every possibility that he has more targets, and I can only hope that we find out who this tragedy has been caused by before anyone else is hurt.
My little monster, please do not try to contact me until I have escaped the Mansion. It is far too dangerous to continue the contact between you and I. For I know that we are many miles apart, but I can promise you that I will soon be at your side once more.
