The day we were supposed to meet the Masked man came and we were as prepared as we could be. Which was poorly. I woke up somewhat rested. Tim decided that there was no reason for him to appear, so I didn’t get any of my questions answered. Iscarat went home to gather some tools for himself. Scott drank until he passed out last night only for him to wake up nearly sober. Finally, Elysif went to sleep and had yet to even wake up.

It didn’t really matter though. We had no idea where we were supposed to meet so we were just waiting for a sign. I ate some breakfast and heard a knock at the door. I got up in a rush dropping my food on the floor to get to the door. To my surprise when I opened the door I was met with a young paper boy. He was equally surprised to see me in nothing but my skivvies and unbuttoned coat.

“I have a letter for you.” the boy said shakily before handing me a letter.

“Who gave it to you?”

“Some old crone with a mask.”

I slammed the door and ripped open the letter, ignoring the remarks the boy made on the other side. Written in red ink… or blood was the meeting place and a threat. I didn’t think this guy was one for aesthetics but to each their own. The letter read:

Meet at the bridge near Mitre square at 11:00 PM. If you fail or if this is a trick I will kill everyone related to the time traveler. ~Mask

“Does this have to be so cliche? Where did this guy get his threatening aura? A B-rated movie or something.” I said to myself. I couldn’t help but feel like he was a joke despite everyone taking this so seriously. In fact I should be the one taking this the most serious. I was the one who was tortured. However, I wasn’t. I guess I just wasn’t afraid anymore.

I walked over to Scott’s door and banged on it a few times. He opened it, showing me the face of death. He looked like shit.

“What?”

“I just got a letter with the meeting place.”

“What time?”

“Eleven at night.”

“Okay then I’m going to sleep off this hangover. You can go get Iscarat sometime around eight. Until then do whatever.”

“Okay, are you worried at all?”

“The only thing I can worry about right now is this pounding headache, so no.”

“Okay. sucks to be you.”

“Ain’t that the truth.” he said, shutting the door.

I decided that the others needed to know so I went downstairs to Elysif’s apartment and knocked on her door in the same fashion that I did Scott’s. A few moments later she opened the door wearing a nightgown. She was rubbing her eyes in the same fashion anyone who had just woken up would only her expression was one of resentment.

“What is it? Do we need to go to our deaths now?”

“No, but I know the meeting place.”

“What time?”

“Eleven tonight.”

“Then why did you wake me up?”

“I thought you would want to know.”

“No just wake me up an hour before we need to leave.”

“Okay.” I replied as she shut the door.