Dear Mun . . .

You are right to assume a murder-game would bore me, Mundane. I have had my fill of murder between the last three gameboards I've borne witness to. The bloody taste of that particular genre has simply burned out my palate. Perhaps Lambdadelta would still find it sweet - but then, she always preferred the same, familiar candy on her tongue or in her mind. Perhaps for her, murder is to stories as konpeito is to food. I am not so easily sated.

And you know full well how poorly I take to being bored. That's the curse of witches, isn't it? How lethal boredom can be?

This synodiporia is promising, I admit. A game where one is expected to shift tone, genre, aspect, and powers on jaunts beyond my usual liminal space... quite a promising variety of fragments for me to wander. I can only imagine how proud of yourself you must feel for finding a game that you think suits me that well. I go so far to admit that the Hanged Man is an apt symbol for me.

I understand that an old... acquaintance of mine will be there, and that if Battler shall join them that you intend to take me there as well? How nostalgic you must find it, to imagine us drinking tea together, and yet it's nostalgia for a game you've known of for so short a span of time. How very human of you.

You do realize that if I go there, it will not have a happy ending, don't you?

You do realize that I am a witch, right?