The envelope was made of yellow paper, stiff to the touch, with a faint hint of lemon fragrance.
The mouth of the envelope was sealed with red wax. After carefully peeling off the wax, a folded letter slipped out.
The letter was softer than the envelope, its material indiscernible; the handwriting on it was sloppy and chaotic, marred by old, dried stains and blemishes.
The contents of the letter are as follows:
"Hello, Morgan.
By the time you read this letter, you must have installed the battery, searched the house, and felt very confused about your current predicament.
You are frightened, desperate, and helpless, unable to remember who you are, nor where you are, with nothing but a prison-like rubber garment.
As cruel as this may be for someone who has lost their memory, this situation is what you deserve—you are greedy, cowardly, numb, despicable, insidious, selfish, utterly irresponsible, and a scoundrel who only thinks of solving problems by running away.
