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MAIL TIME MAIL TIME DEAD MAAAAAAIL TIIIIIIME
[Lif's room is...well, honestly kind of a disaster. There seems to be torn apart paper all over the floor, and the parts of The Dreaded Knarrevik scattered about the floor. It looks like he tried to do something with it but well. He didn't get very far. The only things that look even relatively organized are the small stack of books on his bed (of various subjects, not limited to any in particular), and perhaps the main event...
Some neatly written letters, folded with care on top of his desk.
Feel free to take a look! It's not like he's here to say otherwise, anyway.]
Some neatly written letters, folded with care on top of his desk.
Feel free to take a look! It's not like he's here to say otherwise, anyway.]
MIRA
If you've found this, then I've died, one way or another. It's unfortunate, but that does simply seem to be how life is, and I do apologize.
Make it out of here alive, Mira. Guard your heart, if you must; you have to protect yourself by any means necessary. I don't want to see you end up where my sister and your brother are; you deserve to live your life to the fullest.
- LĂf