❝Mama always called me her treasure, but that was a lie. It takes years and several attempts on my life to realize: I’m the map.❞
I just don’t know what to.
So I'm on a quest: to survive, yes, but also to discover myself, the reason I'm being hunted, and what treasure I lead to.
And that's why I'm writing to you.
You knew my Mama, you knew her secrets, and I am sure you can help me. I don’t need your protection or your comfort, you don’t need to worry about being responsible for me in that way. I've learned through all the assassination attempts how to protect myself, and that I’m still alive has more to do with skill than luck, I promise you, and since I've spent all my life without a father, you can rest assured I'm not seeking you out now out of any emotional impulse or need.
But I am walking blind here and I know eventually I’ll be cornered.
That is why I need you: to guide me.
If I'm the map...I think you're the key.
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