Psychiatric Hospital of the Gods.
Knock, knock, knock.
A crisp knock sounded. Bragi, who was about to undress and go to sleep, froze slightly before walking over to open the door. A familiar figure in a white coat stood in the corridor.
"Director?" Confusion filled Bragi's eyes when he saw Lin Qiye coming to find him so late at night.
Lin Qiye gave a hum and walked into the room.
"I came this time to give you something." A flash of light flickered in Lin Qiye's palm, and a red mailbox appeared out of thin air in his hand.
The mailbox was about half the size of a desk. Its design was rather old-fashioned, and the paint on its surface was somewhat chipped. From the outside, it looked no different from the mailboxes commonly seen decades ago.
Bragi held the mailbox, the confusion on his face growing deeper.
"Director, this is..."
"A treasure I borrowed from a friend. Letters placed into this mailbox can ignore space and be delivered directly into the hands of the person you care about most." Lin Qiye spoke solemnly. "And as long as the recipient burns their reply together with the letter they received, the reply will appear in this mailbox."
Bragi froze. He studied the red mailbox in his arms for a long while before saying skeptically, "Director, don't tell me you got scammed. Isn't this just an ordinary mailbox? How could it possibly ignore space?"
"Your realm isn't high enough, so naturally you can't see through its mysteries. But its ability is real." Lin Qiye said with certainty.
"Then does that mean that as long as I put a letter into this mailbox, Idunn will receive it and write back to me?"
"Of course. But there are some restrictions when using it." Lin