"Not long after the cliff incident, I returned to England and told Dr. Sohip everything I had experienced. I had expected him to be shocked, but he was troubled by something else. He told me he had once belonged to a Pen Pal Club, where they exchanged mysterious and obscure information through correspondence. When I asked for details, the doctor was extremely guarded. And judging from his reaction to my story, this was far from his first encounter with such matters. I thought there really was a group of people in this world who could see the far more terrifying and dangerous side of it that ordinary people could not.
What troubled the doctor was that fewer and fewer of the people corresponding with him were normal. Recently, someone had even emailed him to ask about matters related to this field. It was truly insane, because you never knew who might see those emails and come into contact with that forbidden knowledge. These people clearly had no scruples. Their boldness was astonishing.
The contents of their correspondence were becoming more and more dangerous as well. They seemed to be gathering information on the subject on a massive scale, determined to get to the bottom of it. That worried me too, because anyone looking for this kind of information could not avoid the Gotham University Library.
After I left, Gotham University had never gotten a new librarian. If that group was allowed to run wild through the library, there was no telling what trouble they might cause. Dr. Sohip asked this of me as well. So, on another damp and rainy night, I returned to my hometown. I returned to Gotham."
The old wooden floorboards creaked sharply. Damp air seeped in through the doorway. Jason, seated behind the counter, looked up