He stood in front of me, soaked by the rain. It gushed down his face into his eyes and mouth, but he didn't make a move to wipe it away.
He cradled something wrapped in an olive green poncho.
"There are things you need to know about me," he said.
"First, you don't know my real name.
"Second, I murdered somebody once.
"Third... Well maybe this will tell you."
He thrust the poncho forward. "Please read this. All of it. Swear to me you will."
Real name?
Murdered?
"Sam, will you swear you'll read this?"
I nodded. Reflex.
And he was gone. Down the stairs into the dark and rain.
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