Hey Babe,

I know reading this probably has you feeling all kinds of different ways.

Sad, angry, vengeful, and I know you'll deny it but I bet that deep down, deep deep down, a part of you is feeling real smug right about now.

I can understand why, I wasn't exactly the most careful with my life.

I don't regret anything either so you can put down that judgey-ass eyebrow now, even from beyond the grave I can sense that shit.

Anyways, time to be serious.

I'll give it to you straight, my death was no accident.

I was murdered.

By the time you get this you'll be preparing to leave home to attend Bellweir, and I know that first year's gonna be stressful enough and you don't need anymore shit to do but I'm gonna be completely honest:

I don't care.

From this point on the first priority on your little to-do list is catching my killer and sending them down here to me so we can have a few words.

The longer I'm gone the more my memory fades, I can't remember who did it but I know it was someone I trusted.

So be careful.

Love from beyond the grave,

- Elise