Here is the premise. Imagine you have an heirloom, not a golden trinket, or a lock of your newborns hair, but a small wooden chest holding something very special.

The Intro:

Before his disappearance, your fathers last words to you were that on your 18th birthday you would receive a very, very special gift. This was to insure that until you were ready, until he knew that you were a man, he would not risk the gift to teenage foolishness.

On the 18th day of your 18th birthday a package arrives.

Unwrapping the package you mistakenly imagine you hear a rustling. Hurriedly, you manage to open the package. Inside is a small wooden chest. Carefully you open the container.

The next few minutes change your life forever.

Inside the container is your family's legacy. Though you can barely see through the tears you realize there is also an included rice paper parchment.

Your fingers tremble in anticipation as you unwrap the parchment in order to read what the Author has written.

Sometimes it is evil. More often than not.
Love, Your Father.

You lightly brush the object with the backside of your hand, and smile. The attached red ribbon is connected loosely to the fashion hair.

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