Dear My Beloved,
If you're reading this, it must be because the brat asked you to find his moon-shine sword, hahah! After all, that was the first gift you ever gave him, no matter how old it was. But I won't beat about the bush; your arrival here at this precise moment was not one I predicted; it was predetermined.... I can't say much since time is a weird thing; the year you're reading this is August 26th, 2089, which means it's already been ten years since I died.
Rightfully, I'm guessing you haven't aged much, which is understandable given that an old monster from beyond the mist isn't really human, but let me get to the point, my dear. These are crucial dates to remember no matter what.... the first of which is August 27th, 2089, which is tomorrow, I also believe that Miss Sylvia has already invited you to join the school as a history teacher for the second year.
