Dear Maximilian

Dear Max,

I heard your dad is still alive. It's a shame you didn't get to spend all these years with him. He pulled quite the trick, abandoning you as an infant. Organizing that extravagant of a cover up for one man's "death" to escape his responsibilities as a father is a little over the top. You were a baby for God's sake! Good thing he left, you deserve better. I'm sorry Max for being impersonal, but I've wasted all this time writing back to you, let's cut to the chase: I know you want to find him, and I know you're going to leave your home to go looking for that selfish bastard. Knowing you, you wont stop looking for him till your skin is a sun dried tomato and your hair is dust. Listen though Maximilian, you're going to travel into deep space, with no direction, no clues, and no one to guide you. The galaxy is infinite at the edges, and a plethora of vile and brutal creatures reside in every dark corner. You're going to need a friend to come along. Don't leave without me.

- Ren