C-CAD4-007
Barista: Julia Wandsun
Date: Dec-2-2019
Receipt: C-CAD4-007
Subject: Business as Usual
I’m so sorry.
For all of this. For the trouble I caused.
I know, I know. Everyone keeps telling me it’s not my fault. But isn’t it? ██ █████ was after me. I came to the Cafe. I brought him with me. If I hadn’t shown up, they’d still be alive.
Aelan. Nikki. Felix. Miranda. Ashlyn. Seth. Alaric. ███████.
I don’t know. Maybe I’ll never know. But I can’t stop feeling like this is on me. I thought about leaving. Seemed like the easy thing to do. Just run. Disappear.
“Thanks for saving me, sorry your friends died, stay safe.”
But I can’t. That would be… awful. I owe you all my life. And I will do whatever it takes to repay that debt. Whatever the Cafe and Diner needs—I’m in. I’m with you to the end.
I know now might not be the best time to bring this up… but why was ██ █████ after me in the first place? I still don’t know. None of us do. But here’s what I do know—and maybe it’s a hint. A clue. An omen.
When ███████ died, my arm got burned. At first, I thought I was just too close to the ██████ flames—I mean, she jumped in front of them to save me. But… it wasn’t ██████ flame that burned me. It couldn’t have been. Because my arm is still here. Whole. Attached. And the burn—well… it left a mark. At first, I thought it was just a normal burn scar. But after a week, it’s been healing… too well. The lines aren’t fading. If anything, they’re getting sharper. Clearer. Now, it looks like a symbol. A brand.
A circle, with two teardrop shapes at the top and bottom. And around the circle? A figure-eight. A lemniscate. It’s faint, but under the right light, I can see it perfectly. Like it’s etched under my skin, waiting for something. Do you think this is what ██ █████ and ██████ were after? Jericho’s taken a look, but he doesn’t recognize the symbol. And the 8-Ball? Still not giving him any answers…giving us any answers.
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