[@Wick]

Inside the fancy envelope was an expensive sheet of fine parchment folded up. When opened it released a small puff of dust. On it's clear shining surface dark lines of ink began to swirl, forming the pattern of a few calligraphy written lines.

[b]
[i]I'm not a whore but something more.
You will find the answers, if you find my door.[/I][/b]


The curse of the paper took effect, giving a paper cut to who ever held it. The writing instantly broke as the ink skirted across the page, drawn to the blood. Like lightning it zapped to the red substance that was staining the paper but the vile ink was not content with the spillage alone and sought to run through it and into the source, the holders body.