Entity 133 - "The Mail Carrier"

Habitat(s): Majority

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IETS

It is said that if one were to write a diary or journal while
within the Backrooms, once they are deceased, a mysterious entity called "The Mail Carrier" would retrieve their memoir and deliver it to the victim's close ones who live in the Frontrooms.

A picture of The Mail Carrier after it delivered "Mail" in the Frontrooms.

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All of the information below is confirmed by a book that The Mail Carrier lost at an unknown point in time. A M.E.G officer found this book in Level 11, containing the conversation between The Mail Carrier and Entity 140, also known as Blanche.

Description:

The Mail Carrier is an entity that delivers mail to people in the Frontrooms. Unlike the mail carriers in the Frontrooms, the only type of "mail" it handles are the diaries and journals of those who have unfortunately succumbed to the horrors of the Backrooms. The Mail Carrier is currently working with Blanche. The details of their connection is documented in The Contract.

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Behaviors:

There are very few reports on how The Mail Carrier behaves, but it is well known that it is somewhat shy, and is unwilling to show itself to wanderers.

A certain group that call themselves the Informants have claimed to be able to have short conversations with this entity using unorthodox methods.

+ From the Informants.

Log 1 11:20 a.m. 5/1

-st. Test. Oh, it finally connected! Um. To start things off, we are the Informants. Charmed, I'm sure. Can't really properly introduce ourselves because we're currently on a time limit before this level becomes hostile again, but my name is Page. I'm the current second-in-command of the Informants and in charge of posting here when we Informants rotate to this level, which has this computer I'm using right now. This is the only source of the internet we have discovered.
Anyway, we finally found this page and decided to contribute as much as we could! Due to time restrictions, can't do much, but a—

Log 2 11:21 a.m. 5/3

Sorry about that, I wasn't paying attention at the time. Now about how we contacted The Mail Carrier.

Our method is quite inconvenient if you want to have a normal conversation with it. But at the same time, I don't think it can speak. So, this is the only currently known way of communication. This method involves using the sticky notes The Mail Carrier sometimes uses.

If one were to find a lost diary before The Mail Carrier retrieves it, the wanderer can write it a message with anything at hand: paper, tissue, strips of clothes, etc. Once the message is finished, slip it between the diary, and wait for The Mail Carrier to arrive. When it is near, you may feel mildly uncomfortable, as if you were being watched. It's okay, you're not gonna die or anything. Once you have confirmed its presence, place the lost diary (with your message) down on the ground, and leave the room you are currently in. (Going out of sight of the diary should be enough.)
After some time, when one returns to the place the diary was, the diary will be replaced with a sticky note written by The Mail Carrier itself. It will hold the reply to your message, as a thank you from it.

Log 3 11:29 a.m. 5/3

I'm back! I forgot to add that any question longer than 10 words will only be replied with, "Thank You."

Biology:

The Mail Carrier's appearance differs when in the Backrooms and in the Frontrooms.

Within the Backrooms:

All descriptions of The Mail Carrier's appearance within the Backroooms are different. There have been multiple sights of this entity being an animal, human, or even an object. Despite this, all of the wanderers who have claimed to see it had one detail in common—its tall, slim figure approximately 1.5 times the height of the average human.

+ Fun fact by Page!

Log 4 11:19 5/5
Fun fact from Page No.1! One of the other Informants told me they saw The Mail Carrier appear as a shadow of a walking tree! Funny right? Right? (Now that I think of it, perhaps no one's even reading this…)

In the Frontrooms:

The Mail Carrier’s appearance in the Frontrooms is similar to its appearance in the Backrooms, albeit more humanoid. However, it maintains its height and its long, slender legs. It wears a butler outfit and a top hat. It carries a brown leather briefcase, holding it protectively as it strides across the road. It is believed that the briefcase possesses fourth-dimensional properties, making it easier for the entity to hold a large number of diaries.

+ Fun fact by Page!

Log 5 11:23 5/5
Fun fact by Page No. 2! This has been confirmed by a sticky note, and I was the one to ask it! It was a little cumbersome to get this answer because I was in Level 0 at the time. (I can still hear the buzzing sounds in my head.)

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Discovery:

The Mail Carrier was first seen by a wanderer in Level 0 named Alice Morningstar, who picked up Object 96.1 after The Mail Carrier dropped it. Alice wasn't familiar with this entity, nor could she hold a conversation with it due to it dissolving within the shadows as soon as she picked the book up.

+ Fun fact by Page!

Log 6 11:20 5/7
Fun fact by Page No.3! Alice is our current leader! (Very nice person btw.) This moment is what lead the Informants to form! I also linked her story of this encounter somewhere around here, so be sure to check it out!

Casualties caused by The Mail Carrier:

The Mail Carrier isn't hostile to wanderers, but it can provoke indirect negative effects on those who are unlucky enough to experience them. Some of them are:

・Feeling of paranoia when stalked by The Mail Carrier for holding onto a lost diary.

・Disappearing within a week after reading The Mail (Lost diaries mailed by The Mail Carrier) in the Frontrooms.

・Odd behaviors when reading and subsequent to reading The Mail given by the entity.

+ Fun fact by Page!

Log 7 11:20 5/9
Fun fact by Page No 4! I had my fair share of paranoia when I was a normal wanderer. But when I accidentally found one of these diaries, the feeling of being watched got stronger, like a constant chill down my spine. It was about two days after picking the diary up when I thought I was going crazy, but fortunately, I ran into Alice. She helped me by letting me join the Informants. After some time, I rose to the position of second-in-command. Neat, right?

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Sightings:

Because of all the places The Mail Carrier goes to collect lost diaries, this entity is believed to possess the ability to traverse all levels in the Backrooms. How it does this, however, is unknown.
There is one level in particular where it lingers for a majority of the time. This level is Level 906, also known as The Cygnus Archive.

There have been multiple sightings of The Mail Carrier within "The Panicking State" of Level 186. It is theorized that it uses this level as a rest point.

There is one level that The Mail Carrier never enters— Level Fun. This entity cannot retrieve lost diaries in Level Fun, as it keeps away from partygoers at all times. The reason appears to be connected with The Mail Carrier’s master, documented in The Contract.

The Mail Carrier can be seen in the Backrooms retrieving lost diaries. When a wanderer holds onto a lost diary, this entity may stalk them for extended periods of time, leading weak-minded wanderers to suffer symptoms of paranoia. When in this situation, one of three outcomes will happen.

・The Mail Carrier will eventually lose interest in the lost diary and leave it in the hands of the wanderer.

・ If the diary is placed on the floor and left behind, The Mail Carrier can and will retrieve it.

・ In rare cases, it will be stolen while one is asleep. In such cases, the wanderer will find a sticky note on their belongings that says "Sorry."

One can also see The Mail Carrier in the Frontrooms if they happen to be nearby when it delivers mail to people. One can sometimes catch glimpses of The Mail Carrier retreating in long, smooth strides if they were to open their front door fast enough when receiving mail from it.

+ Fun fact by Page!

Log 8 ??:?? a.m. 5/14325347
Fun fact by Page No.5! The…vel….unstabl…..ery…..ny…stol………..bu…….w…defi……

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The "Mail":

The people who receive mail from The Mail Carrier will always lock themselves in their rooms and proceed to read the mail without stopping. They will not do anything except read the mail until it is finished. One person kept reading for 4 days straight, which led to severe sleep deprivation and dehydration.

Any attempt to enter the closed room will result in the person screaming at them, telling them to not come in. If one were to barge into the room regardless, they would find that the person has disappeared. Trying to make contact with people that have disappeared in this way has not yielded any results.

After they have finished reading the mail, they will immediately erase the mail by any means necessary, usually by burning it. Since the room is closed, smoke inhalation may cause the person to develop chronic obstructive pulmonary disease and asthma. When burning it isn't an option, they will rip the mail into shreds using tools, teeth, bare hands, and other methods. Once shredded, they will proceed to swallow the remnants of the mail.

When the person comes out of the room, they will have no recollection of most of these actions. Even when confronted with solid proof, they will deny it and say that they only remember reading the diary that was mailed to them, claiming to not know its current whereabouts.

Most people who have finished reading the mail will go missing in a week. This has been proven to be avoidable. If a person who has read the mail were to be watched for a week, they will be safe from disappearance. This is confirmed by The Mail Carrier itself in The Contract.

+ Fun fact by Page!

Log 9 11:22 a.m. 5/15
Fun Fact by Page No.6! Okay, I guess this isn't really "fun" because of the topic at hand, but we tried to ask The Mail Carrier what happened to those who disappeared, who only replied with, "I do not know."

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Motives/Objectives:

Though the objective of The Mail Carrier is not clear, there are many theories as to why it goes out of its way to collect and return the lost diaries.

Here are some of the most popular theories.

・The Mail Carrier was once a wanderer itself, which is why some of the words in its book (gifted by Blanche) included English. Following its death, it wanted more information about the Backrooms known to people in the Frontrooms to prevent more people ending up in there.

・The Mail Carrier feels sympathy for those who had to endure the despair caused by the Backrooms, which only ends in an uneventful, forgotten death. As a result, this entity feels obligated to give these wanderers’ stories to those they care about.

・It is an order by The Mail Carrier's master, with their objective remaining unknown. This theory is most likely incorrect else The Mail Carrier wouldn't have accepted the conditions of the contract with Blanche.

There are also theories that The Mail Carrier has malicious intent in its actions, the most popular one being "The Cycle Theory".

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The Cycle Theory:

This theorizes The Mail Carrier understands the bond between those who already know the victim is much stronger than the bond of strangers. By mailing the diary to the unfortunate wanderer's close ones, it urges them to enter the Backrooms for some unknown reason. This theory is evidenced by the disappearances of those who recently received mail from The Mail Carrier. Nobody knows if this entity has tampered with the diaries, but it is most likely, hence the abnormal things that happen when reading one.

+ Fun fact by Alice

Log 10 11:15 5/19
Hello. My name is Alice Morningstar, founder of the Informants. I believe Page introduced me briefly to you, so I will skip over that. Unfortunately, Page has fallen ill, so I will be writing this instead of him.

Anyway, back to the fact. Currently, I believe The Cycle Theory to be false. After all the months I spent working with The Mail Carrier, I didn't see any hints of motives that are common to those spoken of in The Cycle Theory. If there is an exception, I would believe that The Mail Carrier's master has put some type of spell on the 'Mail', resulting in the disappearances in the Frontrooms.

It has been confirmed by The Mail Carrier that it is working with Blanche. I have seen this name before. It was most likely the entity that signed a contract with The Mail Carrier. We will ask it where Blanche resides the next time we get the chance to. The Mail Carrier hinted at something like a library? I feel like I was very close to an entrance once…

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Possible Masters?:

There have been many guesses as to who it serves, the top 3 being:

The Keymaster
Hubris
Prometheus

Because of The Mail Carrier's actions, its master will most likely be somewhat interested in either the wanderers or their tales. It may also be best to think that the master of The Mail Carrier is not hostile towards wanderers (unless The Cycle Theory is true). If one were to think about it, The Mail Carrier has the ability to travel through all but one level, so it could be an easy task to dominate all of the Backrooms. At the same time, The Mail Carrier's master may not have full control over it, hence the sticky notes that it sometimes gives to people, proving that this entity has some sort of autonomy.

+ Fun facts by .....

Log 11 11:31 5/27
Fun fact by Kai No.7! Hi, I'm Kai. This will be my first entry to this page since Alice is busy with who-knows-what and Page is currently unconscious. I guess it's time for the almighty Kai the Scout to pass his knowledge down to those worthy enough to indulge it! Fir—

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Sorry about that. That dunce Kai messed with the page without permission again. I am Ray, and I am here to substitute the absence of Page. We Informants have asked The Mail Carrier about its master, but it seemed that it couldn't talk about the topic. That is all the information that we found about it's master.

This will stray from the topic at hand, but we Informants have just made a revolutionary discovery. We learned about a level called The Cygnus Archive, and its whereabouts. It seems like Alice has actually known for sometime, but didn't realize it was the entrance to Level 906 until now, due to The Mail Carrier confirming this level's existence. The Informants will n—

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Huh? What was that? Someone's trying to override the syste—

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  Intriguing...Share me your stories...

  
  

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+ Don't trust him.

Oh, finally decided to come out of hiding eh? You've got quite the big mouth for a butler. Stop with the useless comments, you're making the page malfunction. Our sincere guest is becoming uncomfortable.

Why even bother trying? Don't you see that they are still reading? Bugged or not, you just made this article… more interesting…

Stop filling their heads with lies…

Do's:

• Ignore it. It minds its own business and is shy, but polite when approached.
• Help it collect lost diaries from partygoers.

Ah, sorry about that. You might as well close that nuisance of a collapsible. Don't leave just yet, for I can provide you with some… interesting stories.

I just thought of something that would intrigue you! It's a story of a very unique boy, just like you.

This boy was a survivor! Indeed he was. Whether it was his skills or his luck, it was always on his side. Well… that's until he entered my level.

Here, I'll even read out his story for you…

+ A tale worthy of a satisfying end.

Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived in Oklahoma. This boy was a bright boy, blessed with both wits and looks. And of course, like every other story, there was a monster. This monster only cared for itself, showing no mercy for those who got in it's way.

It was on a fateful day when the boy went out for a walk, carrying his university diploma. His path to success was set, when all of a sudden, the ground beneath him started to rumble.

The boy stumbled as the buildings crumbled, sirens wailed as the boy paled, dropped diploma on the floor of Oklahoma, the sky started to bend, and the world seemed to end…

It was at this time when the monster was hunting. It searched for prey far and wide, eventually coming across a boy who was sitting on the floor of a big plaza, petrified. The monster licked its lips, and prepared for a feast. The boy looked up, terrified to see a giant pillar of oddly quivering stone falling above him. The boy said his prayers, and closed his eyes…

How was the story? I liked this one quite a lot. It teaches one that no matter how lucky you are, nothing is certain. And no matter how much you try…. You'll all eventually die a horrible death.

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  That can't be the end....Right?Let the real story begin.

  When the boy regained conciseness, he couldn't see a thing. He blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

  "Where am I?" The boy thought.

  It took him some time to register the fact that he was falling, and that's when the boy started to panic. His arms flailed in hopes of grabbing hold of anything that would negate his fall. His throat started to constrict, leaving the boy gasping for air as wind whipped at his face.

  After some time, the boy started to calm down. He wondered if this was his fate—falling for eternity as he pondered on what to do. He closed his eyes, accepting it… when he fell flat on the ground.

  The boy felt a rough, moist fabric caress his face as he got up groggily. Bewildered, the boy checked himself for any injuries. His head hurt, as if a wall had rammed into it, but there were no other injuries. It was when the boy sighed with relief did he finally hear the annoying buzz of florescent lights.

  Looking around him, the boy took in his surroundings: mono-yellow wallpaper that hurt his eyes, damp carpet that seemed to cling to his feet, inconsistently placed fluorescent lighting that was mildly infuriating. The boy was surprised to find his diploma lying on the carpet beside him. How did he get here? How long was he unconscious?

  "What happened?"

  These questions spun around the boy as he looked at his diploma for any kind of answer.

  Oklahoma State University

  Page Keimer

  Page tucked the diploma into his backpack. He didn't know what's going on, but at least there was hope. Page took a deep breath, and started his journey.

Don't:

• Give it a reason to stalk you. Keep possession of lost diaries only when absolutely necessary.
• Try to follow it. Following The Mail Carrier has left many wanderers astray.
• Read

+ this.

Sorry, it looks like this is all I can do for you… All of the voice logs below are true. Don't believe my master. He is everything but honest.

Log 1: 10:34 a.m

Alice: — need to rotate, now! Ray, go warn all the Informants and tell them to follow me. We're leaving this level immediate now.

Ray: Affirmative. Alice, what are we going to do with the wiki? The infor—

Alice: We underestimated this level, Ray; the lives of our people are much more important than that. Now go!

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Log 2: 10:37 a.m

Alice: Damn it, why does this level react differently to everyone? I need more answers…

Kai: Hm… This door is so interesting… Where does this lead to?

Alice: Kai, you can investigate that door later. We have bigger problems. We're evacuating from this level.

Kai: Huh? Oh sure, let me just pack up my stu—

Creaks of a door opening

Kai: What the hell?!

???: Ouch… Huh? Where am I?

Kai: Ugh, don't we all want to know that?

???: Is this what that mail talked about?

The door slammed shut

Alice: Mail? Ah, never mind. Little girl, what are you doing here?

???: I'm not a little girl, I'm Rachel. I'm here to find my brother.

Kai: How and why in the world did you come out of there?

Rachel: What are you talking about?

Kai: That door! The one I couldn't open no matter what I did! Surely you know that you just came out of there, right?

Rachel: Look, I seriously don't know what you are talking about. I was just in New York a few…. How long has it been?

Alice: Kai, I'll deal with this later, take Rachel and exit the level while you still can.

Kai: Aye aye captain.

???: Wait!

Sounds of footsteps

Ray: Alice!

Ray stopped, panting heavily

Alice: What is it? Did you inform everyone?

Ray: Yes, they are— Oh, hello there little lady.

Rachel: I'm no—

Ray: Anyway, yes. Everyone probably already evacuated to level [REDACTED], and are waiting for further orders. The problem is Page.

Alice: What of Page? Did he regain conscience?

Ray: Yeah, about that. According to the medical group, when Page woke up, he suddenly freaked out. He asked how long it's been since we entered the level, murmured something about a statue, then thrashed out of their grasp and sprang out of the tent.

Alice: When was this?

Ray: The medical team said after 30 minutes since we entered the level, so… roughly 20 minutes ago.

Alice: Okay then. Kai, go take Rachel to the exit and regroup with the rest of the Informants. Ray, come with me to search for Page.

Ray: Affirmative.

Kai: Why am I the babysitter?

Rachel: H-hey, I didn't say I would go with you guys!

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Log 3: 10:39 a.m

Alice: Damn it Page, where did you go?

???: Alice? Is that you?

Alice: Page! What are you doing behind the statue? You're still limping; why the hell did you run from the medical group?

Page: T-there isn't much time. Don't come near me.

Ray: What do you mean man? Everyone's worried about you.

Page: Don't come closer. I mean it. You'll die.

Alice: Why is the grass latching onto your feet?

Page: Seriously? Damn it, we don't have as much time.

Alice: Not enough time?

Page: This level is already reacting to me.

Alice: Huh? But it's—

Page: Normal for you two I bet. But forget that, I left because you need these to get out of this level properly.

The sound of two soft thuds

Alice: What do you mean?

Page: There's no time to explain. Use that key on the door we entered from. This will send you guys to Level 11.

Alice: That door didn't have a keyhole, Page. Are you okay?

Page: I'm okay, really. If you want to leave this level the correct way, you have to use this key. Or else, it will send you to The Underpass.

Ray: I don't know what the hell 'The Underpass" is, but everyone already left, are you telling me that they went there?

Page: What? They left already? Damn it, that's bad. I have to go; they can still be saved!

Leaves rustled as someone moved

Alice: Where are you going? That's the opposite way of the entrance!

Page: I'm going to trade some more with Henry.

Alice: Henry? Who in the world is Henry?

Page: I'm sorry, but there's no time to explain. You guys need to leave the level before it's too late.

Ray: Wait, you still didn't explain the book you just threw. Is that somehow connected this level too?

Page: No, it isn't. Hand that to Blanche, and ask her to give it to The Mail Carrier.

Ray: The Mail Carrier has something to do with this?

Page: Please, this is my last wish.

Alice: Your last wish? What are you saying? You're coming with us.

Page: Look at me, I'm bleeding. My left ankle is most likely broken, and I'm sure my luck has run out. Especially since I'm in this level.

Alice: That makes no sense! We can just walk right out of here right now!

Page: Trust me. Please… This level isn't like the other ones; there is literally no chance someone like me can survive.

Ray: Like you? It's okay Page. Come one, take my hand. I'll get you up.

The ground rumbled

Ray: What in the devil's hell is that?

Alice: Take cover!

CRACK

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Log 4 10:47 a.m

Alice: Page!

Page: I'm good! But… I'm surrounded.

Ray: There's more!

CRACK

CRACK

Page: Get out of here now!

Ray: I'm sorry Miss Alice, we need to go.

Alice: No… no, no! There must be a way that we can transport him. We can't just leave him here! Just look at him!

Ray: That's exactly why we have to go without him! Please think about this rationally. The Informants are probably split up in a place called The Underpass, and the only ones who know about it are us. We need to save them!

Page: Guys! This is no time for chatting, just go!

Alice: Damn it… Ray. From now on, you're the second in command.

Page: Wait, Alice! You dropped the voice recorder!

Alice: What?

Ray: Alice! We need to go!

CRACK

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Log 4 ??:?? a.m

???: Good luck, wanderer. But, it seems like you used all of it. Hehe.

Page: Damn you Henry. Make sure to actually send the Informants the pass, will you?

Henry: Anything for a customer's last wishes. Goodbye, wanderer.

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Log 5 10:58

Page: Huff… Ha…. This… This place should buy me enough time…

Well then.

Hello everyone. I guess this will be my last message… My name is Page, former second-in-command of the Informants. I gave my memoir to Alice, who I hope will give to Blanche. It contains all of my stories; it should be enough information for The Mail Carrier to get the upper hand on his master.

Crack

I'm very sorry. You must be so perplexed right now. It's okay, most of us are.

Anyway, I guess I should start from what we Informants are.

The things we do are simple. We lead partygoers away from the lost diaries for The Mail Carrier to collect. We sometimes get our hands on the journals beforehand. The stories and tales that lie within are very useful information for us. It has saved our lives countless times. Our team is currently made of 21 members. We try to reside in levels that we collected the most information of.

Crack

As of right now, the Informants are currently trying to reach Level 906, “The Cygnus Archive”. We discovered this level from our last message with The Mail Carrier.

Crack

Damn, they're getting closer…

Anyway, I think you have a few questions about me, and what I actually am. I'm afraid I won't be able to answer most of them.

Well then, my name is Page Keimer, a detective for The Mail Carrier. We were close enough that I could even call it TMC casually. Our relationship, how we met, my stories, they are all documented inside of the book I gave Alice. I know this will be my dying message, but I still can't say much to whoever is listening to this.

Crack

Alice, I know you will be hearing this, so here is my last message to you.

First off, thank you. I wouldn't have survived for this long if it weren't for you. I know this is all so so so so
sudden, but please don't be mad at me. I'm happy you took me in even when you found out I was working for an entity, and I'm… I'm forever grateful for all of the things you did for me.

I admired you and what you did. You were like a bright shining star to me, a star that would never fade away. Your passion for information has always impressed me, and I wish I could have been with you when you finally got what you wanted. This is all my fault, I should have warned you about this level. It's just, when people talk about TMC's master, he knows. Even TMC knows. That's why I couldn't contact it directly. TMC's master found me once, and I never want to meet him again.

Alice… I still remember the time we first met. I lied that I was running from TMC, but you saw through it. Even so, you let me join your group, and even trusted me enough to become lieutenant, and you let me in on your plans.

I know out time together was short, but the words I say here are all true. I ran out of luck, and we have to say goodbye…

I-I…

Thank you, Alice. Meeting you was the peak of my life.

Please. Don't forget me.

CRACK

The voice recorder was later found by Alice Morningstar, along with the mangled corpse of the Informants' former second-in-command, Page Keimer.

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Author(s)

[Made by Starnest. A page that showcases The Mail Carrier and a little bit of the Informants. Also some hints as to who TMC's master is O.O]
~ Starnest
[ image source Starnest licensed under CC-BY-SA 3.0 ]
Level 186 was created by Jupii