They told me not to post messages here anymore. They said that it was a waste of time. They said that you were either dead or captured. They said that Dicky was ArthurMan. They told me to lay low. They told me not to follow Harrison and the others to Germany.
But they’re dead now, so it’s time I made my own decisions.
I’m not sure if you can read this or not. It doesn’t really matter either way. You would be no safer here with me than you would with the people out to get me.
I’m a monster, it’s as simple as that.
Don’t come looking for me.
