To the Lord of the Hidden Mansion, nay, to my Jungkook, if my pen dares be so bold,

My hands trembled as I broke the seal of your parchment, but as I drank in your words, it was not fear that gripped my chest, but a profound and aching sorrow. You wrote to me as though you were a creature of the dark, a spectre bearing an accursed legacy. Yet, as I sit beneath the morning sun, look at the ink upon these pages, and think of the man who tended my wounds with gentle hands, I see only light.