Twenty one.

ISHTAR.

My hands shook as I held the same kind of letter again, perusing it without tearing the envelope open because I was anxious about what I'd find next. The same security who had gotten the first got this one, too. This time, he didn't see who slipped it under the gate.

I inhaled sharply, sitting upright as I gently tore open the tip of the brown envelope and fished out the white sheet folded inside of it. I carefully unraveled it, and my eyes fell on the words largely scribbled at the center of the white sheet.

DAMIANOS KINKADE.

No question marks this time? Was this some sort of confirmation? Whoever these people were, they knew me, and they knew me well. The paper was the only thing contained in the envelope, and there were no hidden messages.

Just as I'd tried to read the last one with candlelight, I'd do this, too. I and the security guard had checked everything— whoever it was, they were able to meticulously bypass the CCTV cameras while on this mission.

Everything was stif