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Hello my friend,

I know. I am dead. This will be very difficult for you at first, but you will get used to it. I’m so bored here. Now you think that I’ve passed everything and how you can send letters here, right? Calm down. Things on the other side aren’t as difficult as in the world. I will tell you what you need to know. They said that what we can tell you are limited but I will try to tell you as long as possible. Before I do, there are a few things I want from you.

1. Go to my place and open the 11th page of the first book I’ve translated from the library next to my desk. I will keep the name of the book as this letter can be passed by someone else.
2. Remember the things we talked about on September 3 before I died. Maybe, this may help you.

III. Find a way to solve the password. I know you can.

I know I speak in a coded form but I can’t trust anyone else so you should be careful about that. This is my only chance. You can’t imagine how much sacrifice I’ve made to get that permission. I trust you. There is a slightly different sense of time between this place and the world. At least that’s a bit true, isn’t it? Anyway, do as I say and wait for a letter from me.

                                                                  From nowhere with love

                                                                           Ethan Bradwen

It was not a joke. This letter was from his hand. It was a certain thing because he is talking about 3 September and I was in his room and there was no one else. Another reason I think so because I knew what book he was talking about. There was a mistake about his first translated book. He told me that no one else knew about it. People thought that his first published book of translation was “nothing else.” I also knew that until that day. The publisher has misplaced the translator and author and the author died in a sudden traffic accident without even seeing it. When the publisher understood the situation, they were immediately removed from the press but when the writer died they never published again. “I was already doing small things at the time and did not care,” he had been saying. I was remembering. Now it’s time to prove it.

To be continued…