To Whom It May Concern—

There are, within the bounds of our very own world, monsters. They live among us, some in the dark and most—contrary to popular belief—in the daylight. They sport fur and fang, if one is fortunate enough to merit such obvious strangeness, yet they also wear the face of familiarity. Madmen. Murderers. Politicos of fiendish design. You may doubt the veracity of these words, yet never should you question the motives to which I implore you: good sir, gentle lady, do not trust so easily. Whether you walk in the dark or stride in the light, you must never let down your guard.

Whether the tools of these monsters are of supernatural origin or alchemical design, whether the plots hatched and schemes unleashed come of science or idle boredom, lust for power or revenge—whether they stem from a love torn too early or a hatred borne of a thousand generations—the details matter less than the motives to which they are applied.

I beseech any who read these words and understands that of which I speak to look for the Ministry in London’s own. As long as this stalwart organization stands, humanity does not totter on the brink of subjugation or extermination. Peculiarities will not go unseen. If you or a loved one has experienced a matter the likes would see you placed in Bedlam by them what don’t understand, my counsel is as such: steady on, fine soul, and seek the Ministry’s help. What plagues you will provide fodder of academic and no doubt heroic entertainment for them.

Do not wait, do not doubt yourself. Most of all, do not walk alone.

Yours in good faith,
Cherry St. Croix

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