Greetings my dear reader.

It is within my knowledge that no one would actually take notice to pick up this measly piece of paper. Yet it is also within my concern that if ever someone would likely stumble upon this writing and be curious enough to see what is inside, they would be utmost delighted to be greeted. I for one am fond of being recognized and noticed despite my nonchalant response on the matter such as a simple good evening. But sometimes, one can never truly read anyone's mind with just the look on their bare faces. This lonesome lady of yours would be just the fit of the right example.

Now, onward to my tale for today. Perhaps you wouldn't be so interested on this little chitchat but with my story, wouldn't you?

For today, I would like to talk about smiling devils in the guise of innocent angels parading on the streets like on a grand crusade of the good. They would hop on and about their time pretending as if they were the saints and sons and daughters of the Almighty, coming down from heaven and stepped on the soiled dirt of the earth in order to be the molds and statues of goodness here in land.

Why of course, you would already know that they were not, in fact, be in any way related to such powerful figures of the divine. It would such an abomination to the name of what is and what to be expected to such people. Such disgrace I would like to say. It would be blasphemy at its finest, with the golden sprinkle of fraudulence and audacity.

Would you like for me to make a list of their crimes and lies and atrocities often seen by the public? I would even if no one would tell me to do so, though my hands ended up blurting out such a request in honor of pleasantries. A lady must and always be aware of politeness and manners, shall we not? (a rather one-sided way of looking at it, if some would say.)

For the first take on little and small acts of these people this lady would like to mention is the mere act of neglegiance in the part of being a child to his own parents. It is unsightly to see a person, one being the favorite amongst his siblings, to be non caring to his own parents. It is also most evil to see that same child asking for help for his father in rise of need, yet would toss them aside when that necessity has faded. I would say, that it was like looking at a poor ol' baby, lacking maturity even in the stage of adulthood. It was even more evil to know how much a person could be taking for granted by his very own blood.

Wouldn't you agree to me?

Where is the gratitude? I can say I can see not a drip of that juice on their lips. Have you? Oh, how silly of me, of course you haven't. But you might have. You see, snakes can never hide their fangs and tongues for too long. They would, and would always, find the right time to pounce and bite. It's just that the nearer a mouse would be, the easier they are to be chosen as prey.

Yours truly can not find any more words that would describe them wherein it wouldn't be so brutal and unseemly. Curses and foul words never suited me, and as once part of nobility, a has been as most would like to say, I wouldn't want to soil my lips of such insolence.

However, so many more things have been done and perhaps would still be done in the same field as what was then written. So many more truths to uncover. So many more vile things to be seen and make known so that the victims could be then given justice, not shame over the things they haven't even thought of.

This lonesome lady of yours, dear reader, would just be conveying them all to you. Though I would hope that I would be able to find some other things to write about in the coming days so that I may tear away my thoughts over the scenes of chaos and red plunging me into the abyss of horror.

I would be glad to continue the tale for today, but perhaps this is the time we temporarily part ways. I know it is untimely for your part to end it like this, however, one would not want to finish the story so soon, wouldn't they? Patience my dear, patience. All will come and all will end, but patience. Tomorrow is another day, and I would hope for another turning point for this tale.

But remember, those insolent beings I have told you, some of them might be lurking near you. Be wary of your backs my dear. They may not be too far behind.

Until the next time you stumble upon my letter, where the second fact would be revealed.

Yours truly,
Lady Jane

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