Prologue
It's around 10:10 at night; the city is bustling with life, the crickets are singing their tunes, and all seems perfectly fine with the world. Well, it seems that way anyway, but it certainly wasn't. In a certain alleyway, a lone body surrounded by police officers lies on the ground with its limbs twisted in ways one wouldn't even think possible and certain "objects", shall we say, were implanted all throughout it. This gruesome scene was currently under investigation as authorities were trying to find out who in the world killed this man in cold blood.
As they were searching the body, one officer finds a note in his back pocket that seemed to be filled to the brim with writing. Naturally, he immediately thought to tell the others posthaste; but as he contemplated his options, he also considered reading the note in private so he could solve the case singlehandedly and be hailed as a hero! With this in mind he said in his mind, "Weeeelll, I'm sure they wouldn't if I took a little peak hehehehe." With that being said, he unfolded the message and perused it with unbridled enthusiasm.
However, he soon realized this note contained more than a simple clue….
My dear friends,
If you are reading this letter, it means that I am dead. So let me just skip to the point and say that I do mention who killed me in this. But, I'm not just gonna go out and tell you without you going real deep into all the details so you don't throw this away when you get what you want. Right now, I can tell you one thing though: Please….. don't go out and arrest who did this. You have to understand, this wasn't their evil deed at all.
….It was mine.
Alright, I'll spare you all of my riddles and just skip to what happened just as long as you promise to REALLY listen to this and not skip ahead to any names.
Ok I'm finished, my death clock is ticking away. So…. where do I begin?