By the time you read this, chances are I’ll be either missing or dead. Whatever you do, don’t come looking for me. Making people disappear is what they do best. They’re experts at hiding things: the living and the dead. The truth.
This is what I know for sure. They’e known to strike in daylight but more often they wait for darkness, like vampires. They work in pairs. If they come for me—no, not if, it’s a matter of when—when they come for me, I’m sure they’ll bring a small army. They won’t kill me. They want to bring me back to that place they call home. It’s where I belong, they say, to atone for my sins.
You need to know everything that happened. I want you to know the truth about what I saw.