This morning, a letter stained with blood was delivered to dorm 45(a), room number 15. The name of the sender was not known, and the letter read as follows:"Before long, a conflict shall arise where the broken shall mend. Those who have slain the innocent might face retribution. The fates of those who have deceived us are already determined."A commotion erupted, and the letter was quickly displayed before Commander Edward. No one could decipher it. A meeting was called, soldiers were assembled on the ground, and rooms were checked."That is horrible; who could have sent such a letter?""It seems like a prank; the words don't make any sense.""Exactly, what does 'broken' mean, and who was killed? That is nonsensical.""Now, why are they checking our rooms? It's clearly some sort of mischief."A murmur of dissatisfaction spread among the female soldiers; none were pleased with the idea of their rooms being inspected. However, as it was an order from Commander Edward, they all had to comply. Throughout this week, these types of letters have been sent to various rooms. People no longer objected the room checking. But nothing was found. Every night a letter soaked in blood would appear in front of their rooms. These sort of lines were found in every hand, warning the traitor among them."For every seed of deceit that thy hath sown, In the harvest of fate, thy shall atone. The land once lush, now seared with lies, Shall rise again, as the traitor cries.""Thy sought to rule with an iron hand,But forgot that loyalty is the soil of the land.Now, as the twilight weaves its spell,Thy shall dwell in the choices that fell."""Julien Everlong, Commander Edward wishes to see you," reported a young soldier. Julianne, who had been sitting quietly as if anticipating her summons, stood up and straightened her clothes. "I was expecting this," she said, following the soldier to the room where Commander Edward was seated. He regarded her with narrowed eyes and a grave expression. Soon, they were left alone."I believe you are aware that these letters were intended for you," Edward stated, scrutinizing my every move."I don't know," I replied tersely, as there was nothing more to be said.He appeared displeased with my response. His expression darkened, and his voice intensified. "Everlong, do not play games with me.""Mr. Edward, the letter contained no specifics. It seemed to be directed at me, but then the question arises: who could have sent them? The remaining soldiers who refused to cooperate with you have been imprisoned. I have no spies. No one outside of Rotang is aware of my situation," I explained."Why should I believe you have no spies? You had many planted before you entered Rotang. Now that you've professed to turn against Ephilong, there must be some who are unsettled. Nonetheless, letters can still be exchanged within the prison," Edward remarked, his gaze fixed on me, his expression inscrutable."What then do you expect from me? I haven't committed any acts. What's the purpose of telling me all this?""Since you profess loyalty to Rotang, assist us in identifying the perpetrator and vindicate yourself. This issue has been brought before His Majesty. Not too long, you will be displayed before him, so I suggest you save yourself." He said crossing his arms. Sent back to the quarters, I entered the room, sighed, and closed the door behind me. Overwhelmed by everything occurring around me, I knew I had to devise a plan before it was too late. I began by observing everyone who had received the letters. Direct inquiries about the letter were out of the question, as it was the subject of discussion and trust was scarce. I listened intently, gathering bits of information, and compiled a list of everything I knew about the incident.1. This week, a total of five letters were received.2. They were covered with blood, but who's blood?3. The recipients of these letters typically receive them after midnight, as most people stay awake until 12 o'clock.4. The individual sending these letters is familiar with me; they could be a spy from Ephilong or one of my own. Regardless of their identity, they harbor hatred towards me and wish to make it known that they despise me.5. They must have an inside connection, as they can access restricted areas.I'm puzzled by their motives; if they truly despise me and have the means, they could have easily eliminated me. Yet, they continue to warn me repeatedly. In this scenario, my prime suspect is Adrik, as his animosity towards me is so intense that he might contemplate harming me. He would avoid sending letters since his distinctive handwriting could be recognized by the officials here. He may have had someone else commit the act. But to what end? If he attempted such a thing, it would be obvious to others that he was involved, given that he was the first to suggest it. Before taking any action, I must confirm his whereabouts.