A plain box, wrapped with masking tape, appears unexpectedly. From the postage stamps it looks like its been around a bit before, somehow, winding up on Konrad's door.

Its from the late Marco Fernandez.

Inside are a few personal keepsakes and a pile of paperwork, lightly stained with browning streaks: medical instructions, monitoring charts, and related information. None of it makes much sense; in fact it looks downright poisonous to a mortal.

Needed to be put into continuity before I forget Vassagon Konrad Roth