[ WP ] You wake up one morning hungover , but happily remember you have half a pizza waiting in the fridge . To your horror you discover that the pizza is missing . In its place a note : `` If you want to see your pizza again ... . '' followed by a list of demands ...

Tom slowly slid across the floor towards the kitchen, he could still feel some unknown substance bubbling in his stomach, God knows what he did or ate last night, he's not even sure if today is the day after yesterday or two days after yesterday's yesterday. 
 
 As he poured himself a glass of water he suddenly remembered he had pizza in his kitchen. A large grin surfaced on his face as he turned towards the fridge as if he's a kindergarten boy whose parents told him Santa dropped off christmas gifts under the christmas tree. 
 
 He gulped down his drink and opened up the fridge excitedly and took the pizza box out and put it on the dining table. He set a chair and sat down and opened up the pizza box only to be greeted by a circular shaped cast with an envelope lying on top of it sitting where the pizza was supposed to be. 
 
 He was at first irritated, very irritated, then he was confused, who could have done this? Nobody had access to his apartment anyways. Then he was curious. 
 
 With his slender fingers he opened up the envelope and found several attachments inside, a map, a paper with many strange markings, yet another paper with several well carved out holes and finally a letter directed to Tom Barthy with no remarks whatsoever of who the sender is. 
 
 The letter was handwritten very carefully and quoted: 
 
 *'' Where the moon first rises in the morning, 
 And the sun first sinks into the abyss, 
 All with the same feather flock together'' * 
 
 And also another combination of numbers 445275-467-8868 
 
 
 Apparently the first riddle was a hint towards a certain place where he must head to then figure out what to do with the other two papers, the one with strange marking and the one with holes in it. And that's when the numbers would come in relevant Tom scratched his head and had no idea what to make out of the riddle. 
 
 He got up and left the kitchen and went back to his room and shuffled around his messy desk looking for something, he managed to find it inside his pencil box, which he must have misplaced there while he was drunk for some reason - his phone. 
 
 He took it and dialled a number and waited for the person on the other side to pick up, and the person did pick up. 
 
 `` Good afternoon, I would like a pizza delivery at... `` 
 
 *Tom decided he was having none of that shit. *
