The small, charred piece of paper lies near the inner gates to the camp, in a way that suggests that the writer simply forgot he had it in his hands, and let it fall to the ground. The thin, spidery letters are oddly scratchy, seemingly drawn by a tiny, narrow object held in a trembling hand, covered in some red substance. Piercing the paper, below the text, is a bloody finger nail, seemingly torn out its socket whole.
So alone... Does anybody know? I can give--
So much pain. Please...
Please?