Louvel,
Every time I see you, you take something away from me. Soon. Soon I will return the favor and take something away from you.
- M.
Perplexed, Louvel studied the note for a long stretch of minutes, turning it over again and again as if he might some how find more to it that he missed. But this is all there had been, no other words, no name, no address to know were it came from. Just vague ominous statements that he wasn't quite sure how to digest.
It left an unsettled knot in his stomach, even more so when trying to shake down the delivery moogle for more information yielded nothing. He couldn't even send back a response, questions, not a damned thing to sort this out.
So, he was left to wait, to see if another note might come, or worse, if some action might actually be taken. Would it just be a robbery? Something more dire? He was already a little paranoia, and this only made that sink deeper; made it all the harder to soothe during sleepless nights.
The note would be left in his home, offered to his partners to review in some hopes one of them might be able to make heads or tails of it. Maybe they would have insight he lacked, or if nothing else, it might make him feel a little less insane for his worries.
