I don’t know when this letter might get to you my little friend. Again, my impulsivity, perhaps my naivety has led us harm. At our new home, one of our neighbours warned me to not listen to the box. Of course, when working on a job, I find a box. A beautiful box… a magical box. When I brought it close, my mind went blank as I could hear the water, the sea… my home.

I could feel myself slipping Mani, could feel my old self, that horrible wretch, clawing its way out, fingers digging into the box. It was just so beautiful.

I snuck away from the mission to listen to the box again though, the message changed. Gone was the sounds of my homeland. Instead, a voice chilled my ears.

“The bear is born under the red star, the traitor’s sign”

I could see J, turned to bear, watching me listen to this box. I don’t believe it.

I refuse.

I will not let the tempting sounds of the box lull me away from my group. All my intentions, dear one, was to prevent anyone else from hearing this damning message.

We finally have a home, finally have comfort and trust with each other, finally I have a new family.

Dear one, I rushed to J, not wanting to listen to that horrible voice anymore. I told her to smash it. I didn’t tell her why, why bother her with this information? The sooner this thing was gone the better.

Only… I didn’t mean for that to happen at all. The words left the box and vanished with the wind. I could tell J was distressed. When Dorian questioned on me later, I tried to feign ignorance. I don’t think he’s buying it. My curiousity does get us into mischief, but here, how could I explain that I felt the box would bring us more harm than good? How did that strange boy know I would find a box? I will listen to his words. I don’t believe that J could be any kind of traitor. Even the idea of it said out-loud to the group is absurd and damaging. She’s my friend, she’s all our friends. This mistake might break apart my family. Mani, I don’t know how to fix this. I was just want to rewind a week and fight all those monsters again.

Sending you this letter with lots of love and kisses my dear friend. Depending on how this goes, I may be returning to you sooner rather than later.