[ WP ] You look into the wallet of a man you just robbed at gunpoint . You find a suicide note .

`` What the fuck is this?'' Jacob rifled through the wallet that held nothing but an ID and a yellow piece of paper. 
 
 
 `` That's nothing,'' the guy said, trying to grab for the piece of paper in Jacob's hand. Jacob smacked the guy in the face with the butt of his glock. With a startled cry, the man fell to the ground, clasping his hands over the red geyser that was his bloody nose. 
 
 
 `` Stay the fuck down,'' Jacob warned as he unfolded the piece of paper to read it. 
 
 
 Gibberish. All of it gibberish, with words devolving from nearly legible to barely scribbles. There were spots on the paper where water eroded some of the words, probably tears. It was n't even in English. In fact, it did n't look like any language Jacob had ever seen. 
 
 
 `` What is this?'' Jacob asked, glaring down at the man, whose eyes were wide. `` Are you some kinda crazy person?'' 
 
 
 The man shook his head. 
 
 
 `` Tell me what the fucking note means,'' Jacob ordered, pressing the barrel of the glock to the man's forehead. 
 
 
 The man shook his head again, eyes narrowed as he glared at Jacob. 
 
 
 `` Fine.'' The shot was loud, and a spray of blood misted in the air before Jacob. He wiped his face with the back of his sleeve before tossing the wallet away. 
 
 
 Before he could toss the paper away, something caught his eye. The words looked like they were swimming, morphing. Right before his very eyes, they began to turn into something he could understand. 
 
 
 *The dark one granted me power and fortune at a great cost. I begged him for help, and he gave me everything I've ever wanted. I had all I could take, all I could ever want, and now it's slowly gone away. You ca n't hold on to what was n't yours to begin with. I hurt so many people. So many faceless victims. I know my time has come. He approached me, and told me so. I begged him not to fulfill the bargain. I begged him to let me go. He agreed. The dark one agreed on one condition. Find a soul. My replacement. Find the man who can read this message, the monster who could be as cruel as I was, and I will be free. I'm scared now. I know what I have to do. I know that whoever reads this will have the chance to make the choice to do it too. * 
 
 
 Jacob jumped as he heard sudden footsteps approaching. Slow, and steady, these were not the steps of a scared passerby. With a shiver, he turned to look into the darkness, waiting, the strange note grasped in his trembling hand. 
 

