Dakota
Lying on his stomach in the privacy of his room, Dakota scribbled the only response he could think of to his condescending pen pal. A simple letter, to be delivered to the last address of three from which the strange postcards originated. While the person had only provided Shakespearian quotes, Dakota chose a darker source. “Remember, my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker,” he wrote, signing the letter with “D. Cross,” just as the initial correspondences had been addressed.
A quote from Dracula. Fitting for a world full of mystery and monsters.
He licked the envelope and closed it around his flimsy piece of notebook paper. The bitter taste of the adhesive lingered on his tongue as he filled out the proper information and applied ext
