To Mister A. Nonymous.
Please excuse any blood stains you happen to find on this letter. After my brief but unforgettable moment of madness, I felt it appropriate to explain to you why it happened...
I don't know.
There you go, I said it. I have no blooming clue whatsoever.
I understand you hire me to be discrete, and I also understand that this mission in particular was meant to be highly necessary on the quiet front, as it was your daughters fiancée, but something just, I don't know, washed over me.
I shall explain to you to the best of my abilities why I snapped, and why I didn't use very much in the way of keeping it hidden.