I crushed the letter between my fingers until it crumpled. "That bastard Jevan…" I muttered. I'd thought he was just a wretched vagrant who'd fallen victim to some lunatic, but apparently that lunatic hadn't been spouting nonsense at all. And the worst part? He might have stolen those pieces from that bastard and left me with a mountain of enemies who hate me and whose names I don't even know.
Couldn't you, genius, have written a list of your enemies instead of this useless drivel? Or even a single line: "Beware this man, I borrowed money from him and never paid it back" or "watch out for that guy, I hit him once and he still holds a grudge."
I sighed and wiped my face with the palm of my hand. No point being angry now. I had to focus on what was in front of me. I'd gotten tools that might help me defend myself. But before celebrating, I needed to know their side effects. I didn't want to end up paralyzed in the middle of a life or death situation.
