Thank You

Dearest Plague Rats,

For many years now, not a single day has passed without finding me ink-stained, entrusted with the intimate task of scrawling dark poetry in your names upon the margins of the very books and music that bound us together, locked in the same cell far longer than most friendships endure.

That you still permit me this most exquisite of labors is proof enough that the Asylum was built upon sturdier foundations than the architects intended.

For this gift, I offer not gratitude alone, but a vow: The words shall never stop.