Harris's POV
I pace my office and run a hand through my hair. I exhale loudly and try to clear my foggy brain. I'm not sure who or what I can believe in right now. The words of the letter have been replaying in my head ever since I've read them. I've memorized it from the amount of times I've read it.
Harris,
You've got to help me! I don't know where I am, or what I'm doing. The people seem to have some sort of control over me. No matter how hard I try, I can't break this "spell" that they have on me. I only have a few moments of clarity once in a while. I'm trying to write this letter quickly while I still have time. I need you to know the truth of what happened that night all those years ago.
I thought I had died that day, but apparently I didn't. The rogues, they captured me and the
