"Big sister, forgive me. I couldn't sit by your bed and talk to you as usual. By the time you read this letter, I might already be in Hell, speaking with demons."
"I often told you that I hoped to go to Heaven, but as I wrote this letter, I knew that I was probably destined for Hell."
"I'm sorry. You must be terribly heartbroken over my death, but I need to tell you that it was all worth it. And now, you have no time to grieve. There is something you must do, so that my death will not have been in vain."
"Our parents sent me to this psychiatric hospital sixteen years ago. I had lived here for a very long time and knew every brick, every blade of grass. But about two years ago, a group of people came here. They claimed to be geological researchers, here to survey Metropolis's underground water system."
"At first, I was very interested in their project, because I never had the chance to attend school, while every one of them had received a higher education. I liked talking to them. They could teach me so much that I didn't know."
"I met a very good friend. Her name was Edith, and she had graduated from Metropolis University—the university of my dreams."
"But I knew this hospital too well, and I began to notice clues. I discovered that they weren't studying Metropolis's underground water system at all. They were conducting something far more sinister."
"I couldn't understand what they were doing, but I knew they had built a laboratory underground for chemical experiments. They might have intended to release the results of those experiments into the groundwater and poison every citizen of Metropolis."
"By the time you read this letter, I should