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Dear Jonathan Brisby,
It has been a decade you helped us with founding the bund of NIMH, secret sanctuary for our people who escape from horrid experiments. Five years since you departed from the bund. Two days since your help in our plan...and your passing. Now, everything is changing. We cannot stay. We must move our new bund to another place, where no must know who we are. And what we can do.
Your death devastated us, Jonathan.... and your death, have unsealed the existence of the ones you were so desperate to protect; your family. Your wife. Your children. Worry not, my friend... I made sure their encounter with your family was brief. However, I fear there are some who are aiming their greed and desire towards them... especially, towards your wife.
Perhaps, that is why you left a will, didn't you... to have all your inheritance, your possession pass down to your wife, trust in her judgment to protect herself and the children. I've sensed that soon... your wife Elizabeth will meet us in the bund. Someday.
And that is then, my friend...I would finally repay your kindness.
May you Rest In Peace, Jonathan Brisby.
~ Nicodemus ~