This is what it feels like to be Agent Mulder. I want to chase you down eight flights of a parking garage, screaming at you about what your name is and how you know this, desperate to know if I can trust this information.
I only wish to share the truth of the universe. My Immortal was not written as a joke. It was taken seriously in the mind of its author. I know much. I have seen the lost, unpublished chapters. I know the truth about the rift that occurred between the author and her friend. I know it all. Because I know where to find the author herself.
Published
[screaming externally] 