And, against every instinct he possessed, he was a little bit curious about what came next.

Kaito stared at it for a full ten seconds.

Behind her, in the hallway, two more shadows began to take shape.

He sighed.

He opened it with a butter knife.

Kaito picked up his chopsticks. He took a bite. He chewed.

He swallowed. "Fine. But someone's going to explain what a 'covenant' is, and why my dead grandmother didn't mention any of this before she left me her creepy old mansion."

No stamp. No return address. Just his name, written in elegant, flowing ink: Kaito Mori.