(Cont.)

Soon after that I'm in a jail cell. They say they're only keeping me in here until I'm proven innocent, but with no one to vouche for me, I'll just stay here and rot. I see a candle in the hallway faintly glowing in the dark. With the dim light, I look at the first scrap of paper. It says:

Makeru,

This looks like the end for me. I was taking inventory when someone came up behind me with a knife. He stabbed me, took some tools, and ran off before I could stop him.
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