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Dear Riley,

I've stolen your email address from Alex and Chelsea. They're completely oblivious, obviously. Only you could possibly be on my level. And yes, I know, you're smarter than I am. Whatever you say.

You've probably heard it on the news, about a week ago. High-security laboratory was robbed. Apparently, nothing was taken except some unknown substance. They think it could be terrorists. They're completely up in arms about it.

Obviously it was me. Or... well, Alex and Chelsea would say it was 'us', but they're delusional.

You know what our goals are. But my ambition exceeds everyone else's.

Except yours.

You are the only one who can possibly know what goes on in my mind. The ecstasy that fills your veins when you've got someone under your control, when you chuck a person through a wall. You cause that horrific violence and seriously injure somebody.

I felt that a week ago. I want more.