The city exists in a constant state of darkness, so much so that it is difficult to distinguish night from day, guess it is just night all of the time. It suits most around here, not so much for those who find themselves constant victims, often beaten up for no more a good reason other than they exist. You are about to find out just how dark things can get.

As it is, I have managed to exist, to live a life that of a ghost, going day by day unnoticed as if to others I don't exist at all. I have or at least had my own piece of paradise in a place which more resembles hell.

Suits me, at least it did suit. I had been let be to the point that it seemed that no one even knew there was a me at all. Life, as difficult as it was and is, had its perks at the same time as it had very little else.

Unfortunately, things have taken quite the change of late; I appear to be the focus of everyone's attention as if I have popped up on someone's radar wearing the answers to everyone's problems. Even more unfortunate for me is that I do not have any answers. I can barely solve my own problems let alone anyone else's.

Now that I have popped up on someone's radar, there seems to be less and less places to hide so chances are that if you are reading this then I am dead by such time as you do come across these words, and those who came for me will be coming after you next seeking whatever it is you have, if you have anything at all. It's not my fault.

As I write this, of course, I am still alive. If I have any hope of surviving, then I simply have to pass it on so consider it passed onto you. If this puts you in danger, then I really do apologize and if it is possible for me to intervene on your behalf then I will though as I say, I am most likely dead before any intervention can be made. As it would be indeed, I need to be alive to intervene and the chances of that are extremely slim.

I see them without seeing anything at all. I see them everywhere, behind wooden walls and mesh steel fencing. I see them loading and unloading trucks of legal and not so legal goods, they know I see and when they see me, I move. I won't stay anywhere long, I know better. I run the first opportunity I get, I always run now, definitely not as invisible as I once was.

The streets are so hot these days that the rain turns to mist, evaporating as soon as it hits the ground. You'd think that would provide me some cover, the rain, and the subsequent mist, but no, the dark streets are somehow brighter than ever. Train a satellite on me and I'm sure it will pick me up and only me, nothing else.

I have seen you before ... yeah you, the person reading this. I'm sure I have. I have even asked how can that be? And you tell me that it is all in my head, all in my mind, none of this is real and none of this is actually happening. If only that were so. Just wait until it comes for you, and it will come, I can guarantee that.

It soon will be you who is running through the rain and rising mist, through the darkness illuminated by every streetlight as if to say the person you are looking for is right here, come and get him, the him of course currently in my moment so happening to be me. Evil sons of ... the lot of ya, why can't you mind your own business? Not got anything better to do, that's what it is so you would have me run and run and run. Not you, you but ya know ... them.

They think I have something. What that something is I have no idea. I was cornered one day about three months ago. They kept asking for it, wanting me to hand it over. I had and have had no idea what the it is. They beat me that day, they beat me bad. I can defend myself well enough but three on one ... well it ... they ... got the better of me.

Yeah, I had been beaten but not so bad that I couldn't go on under my own powers. They gave me a time frame to sort out the it for them but I really do not know what the hell they want. I received a second beating and a third and still I was none the wiser. Mistaken identity, this must be it, or perhaps it is what I am about to do to you that has me in such a pickle.

This will probably mean nothing to you, but I truly am sorry. The beatings got bad, really bad and I knew I was running out of time. To save myself, if I could do that at all, I gave them a name, a name off the top of my head. I gave them your name. Now I don't know you from Adam, I just picked a name out of the blue. I told them that you have ... it.

I done a check to find if you exist, to find if a person exists with the name I gave, and guess what? ... that person is you and indeed too, there was that moment when you and I kinda met. Yeah, I told them that you have it and as I said I have no idea what it is. They are going to come looking for you, so I am giving you a heads up. They'll come after me again, come after me after having written to you. If I survive, I'll do all I can to help you, as long as I'm not held up in hospital recovering from my latest attack or indeed, if worst comes to worst, dead.

Please take this as gospel. They WILL come after you. Do what you can to make yourself invisible and survive. Survive to the best of your ability. I will come and help you as soon as I can ... if I can. If I can't then please consider doing to someone else what I have done to you. Tell them someone else has it. Give them a name, any name and with a bit of luck, perhaps one of us will get out of this alive.

There is a paradise down there in the streets; you just need to find it. It may look like hell, and you may feel as if you are in hell but if you can hide and hide successfully then it will be a paradise for you. Yeah, the paradise in which you live will soon become something else.

Again, apologies in advance, trust me, take this seriously ... it may just mean your life.