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I opened the letter, and pulled out a folded sheet of paper, spattered with blood. Nightshade looked at me with raised eyebrows. I read it over in my head, before beginning to read outloud.

"Dear Whoever This May Concern. By the time you read this, I will already be dead, killed by my own hand. You shall not learn my name, or recover my body, for I am melded with this house, my home. In my lifetime, I wanted to rid my country of the scum roaming the streets. I did so, a few times, never caught. Although I am dead, I live on with this house. I hearby promise not to harm any of the residents. I shall let into this house only those with weapon names, and a weapon on their person. The keys you see are special. Each time a new person enters, a new key shall be forged. Keep one key with you at all times, and do not reveal it to anyone else. I shall now use my tradename to sign this...contract. Farewell, Ripper." She finished, looking up, a bright look in her eyes.

"Ripper? You don't think it could be..?" Nightshade asked.

"Jack the Ripper?" They asked, gasping. They calmed down, and decided to leave the keys where they were at present, and go exploring.


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