The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest livin... heir of the doner. According to the note, the museum found the contents of the journal inappropriate for either display or academic study.The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to avoid any notoriety that might come with the publication of this journal. Furthermore, with their delivery of the package. They look inconspicuous enough, and most people won’t even remember how they ended up with one, but when they are opened, only a single phrase is printed on the first page a prospective reader opens to.A new erotic fantasy is born…And that’s it. The reader closes the book, thinks “that was weird” and goes about the rest of their day, probably forgetting about the strange book by the time they get home from the raging dumpster-fire they call a life. But the magic doesn’t just end there; the next. It went after her, grabbing her ankle. She slammed the door on the water creatures arm severing it. The hand however stayed on her ankle. She ran as it went through the other side. She could feel the severed hand crawling up her leg. She grasped it a she ran into the freezer door. She opened the door and then shut it behind her and threw the watery hand. She grabbed a two wheeled cart, to wheel in supplies, and slid it around the lock jamming it. She kept hearing cracking as she moved. She. Also, just as I had predicted earlier, many of the local mob organizations had remained neutral, but a few outfits had split their loyalty, some to us and some sticking with Southside Jonny. Most of the loyalists, I soon learned, had helped Connor fortify the Arcade and were making a defensive stand there. They were apparently holding out just fine for now, but the odds were still horribly against them. The cavalry, us ... were going to arrive in just about the nick of time.As Blackwing joked.