"Captain Beelzebub, what do you hide with it?" Amara whispered as she opened the chest. Within it, a silver lamp glistened in the light as it came into view.
She slowly touched its surface, moving her hand across it as she measured it. In an abrupt motion, she pulled her hand away and closed the chest again.
She then turned toward her table, pulled out a parchment and ink, and started writing.
When she was done, she placed it inside an envelope and quickly slipped it into her bag. She then drifted toward the street. The city had been in lockdown for days, but it finally seemed that it was going to be over.
She passed through dark alleys and streets, quickly moving and hiding between people. Soon, she stopped before a large building. It was colored red from top to bottom, and in Ermanji, a board hung that read, "MyPost: From Every Point."
She entered the building, its door embedded with a caricature of a man running with letters.
Amara smiled at it as she pushed it open.
