Tick tock goes the clock,
Until this Manor is
No more
Will the mouse
Find a way out?
Free of guilt;
Oh, safe and sound?
Time is running out, detective.
Angel Mallory has always been unlucky. Seemingly retired from their old job working for the Guil...
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April 12th XXX6
'Dear ex-Council agent Mallory,
I hope this letter finds you in good health and that you are recovering well.'
I huffed at the first line- that much elaboration had not been needed. I bit my lip, nervousness starting to tear at the corners of my mind.
What was that comment about my health. My shoulders slumped a little and I pulled my knees closer to my chest, bringing the piece of paper up to my face. Had I misread?
No. How did they know about that? Whoever was writing knew about my ankle injury. They knew I was the person who fought the assassin at The Mall. They knew. They knew everything.
After the 'incident' at the Mall, I had made sure to check every paper and article. People couldn't just know my name. It hadn't been mentioned anywhere. The Council manages the news anyway, so we only believe what they want us to.
But how did this person know? Had they been present?
I recalled the names of many magazines and papers; 'Uproarium Daily', 'Council Congress', even 'Gossip with Cleopatra Wasp'. After so long, her chilling smile still had the same effect on me. None of those above mentioned me.
She wouldn't bring me up, would she? It wouldn't make any sense.
Questions- questions that couldn't be answered. So I continued reading, scouring the unfamiliar handwriting for hints.
On instinct, I looked behind me, my gaze flickering across the room. I got up with a start and lowered the curtains, keeping the window open. All this just in case someone tried to jump me, again.
I could almost hear Jonathan's voice trying to convince me no one is watching. I let out a bitter chuckle at the thought.
The one time I hadn't checked, they indeed were. And it was at an important moment too. I paid for that every day- every single day.
I almost wished I could continue to live in oblivion- if only I hadn't come across those godforsaken files. I shook my head in disbelief, angry with myself for ever thinking that. I was better off now, right?
'Three weeks ago, on March the 22nd my wife, Lady Isadora Silverguard visited The Uproarium Mall, where she was unfortunately involved in a conflict and held at gunpoint by a maniacal freak. Her Honour recognised you and acknowledged that you are the reason she still walks alive and well on this planet.'
I sighed, almost falling over from the sheer relief I was experiencing. I rubbed my temple, placing my head in my hands. I was shaking violently, giggling and huffing like a freak. But I didn't care. I knew I was safe.
