Well, I suppose this is where it ends. I can see you, yes, you, with your nose in this book. Your curiosity is forcing you to ask why. Well, do you think this is a fake story? It's real. You could've been sitting in front of Eudora on your commute home from work, or Kristoffer lives in the flat above you. I'm only here to tell. Not to create useless fictional work that no one will read. Because I was here the whole time, I only linger in the background of their lives, wreaking havoc as I go.

I am The Cause.

And I will never stop retaliating against them.

Ever.