You move to Las Vegas for High School. your family missed you a lot, so of course they were gonna send letters. you didn't mind it though you actually liked reading them. but it did start getting weird when you got letters from an anonymous person. The mysteries writer always wrote poems about how they wish they could be "friends" with you. even though it was weird it always left a smile on your face. you liked going to your mailbox in the morning knowing you'd have you weekly "fan mail" but today was different because your anonymous poet finally filled in the empty space in the bottom with the initials R.R. Credits to all of creators of the references I use :3