A letter was placed on your doorstep.
This may be taken ICly.
[The letter smelled freshly of some natural ink, the whiff of lichen creeping through the thick walls of its envelope.]
Dear Karakura,
We are The Eighth Plague, and we have liberated Runa's Journal. We are propagators of a destined order, of moths and locusts. What we want with her book is simple: an exchange. If, by the height of autumn, the book cannot fall into new hands, it will be shredded. There is one simple price for reasoning with us- you must make a bargain. Not a bargain of blood or soul, but of an object equal in worth to our thoughtful eyes.
See you soon, scholars.
Sincerely, The Eighth Plague.
[Discord]
