Travers had been having the weirdest month of his life.
It all started with the sudden death of Hyde, a prominent figure in Faewall.
His death had made headlines across every major news outlet in the city, speculation running rampant.
But the very next day, it was as if Hyde had never existed.
The story vanished, completely scrubbed from the public consciousness.
No one talked about it, the media didn't mention it again, and the strange disappearance of the narrative had sent his conspiracy senses tingling.
Being the dedicated reporter that he was, he'd found the entire situation odd but hadn't been able to investigate immediately.
He was just one man, after all.
He could hail himself as a reporter with a knack for digging where others feared to tread but money was a greater threat than whatever lurked in the dark.
But then the letters started arriving.
The first one had been innocuous enough.
