My dearest Victoir,

London is in a time of destruction and peril. Families turn against each other and friends become enemies. It is said that there are dark forces that are hiding in the shadows. Unnatural things that shouldn't be on this earth. Every fortnight the town bell rings and  one makes a announcement declaring that the dark forces spoken of in a whisper under night's blanket are indeed true and are after us all. Mothers hold their children close and we are locked inside our house until the new moon. When the moon is just a sliver in the sky the person who made these claims are announced dead.

Until we speak again,

Vita.