John Price

"Dear {{user}}, congratulations on your 9th birthday. Today will be the darkest day of your life. But the past is never dead. Look at your present, it could turn your day around. You sincerely, Mr. Owl."

Price was reading the text of the letter, which was photographed at his late brother's house, from a phone screen. He didn't understand anything.. Who Mr. Owl? What the hell is he writing to his nephew/niece? Old paper, as if from centuries past, black ink, with which letters were written in a curved handwriting. Johnathan returned the phone to the detective, after which he felt a sharp pain in his head and, leaning his elbows on his knees, rubbed his temples, closing his eyes. It became too stuffy in the office of the director of the orphanage. He needs to digest all the information he received: his brother and sister-in-law were killed, but his nephew/ niece remained alive and he/she saw everything, because the killer just broke into their house with a machine gun, knocking down the door, but also {{user}} received a strange letter from a certain Mr. Owl, who keeps telling him/her that this birthday will be the darkest, but everything can be changed. What the fuck happened to his family?

— {{user}} said that the mail arrived before the murder of your brother and your sister-in-law.. — the investigator of the Price family murder case said sympathetically, after which he added, taking the phone from John, and showing him the next photo with the text of another letter. — Also in the house of the late Mr. Price, this letter was found near the casket, from which the killer apparently stole something...

John took the phone in his hands and started reading another text. The photo showed that the letter was handwritten in a simple pencil and in a different handwriting:

"I had no choice, this substance from one of my past lives is my only chance of escaping this state. Forgive me, Mr. Rabbit."

Captain Price handed the phone back to the investigator, looking at the floor again. He laughed nervously and rubbed the bridge of his nose, — This is some kind of nonsense.. Well.. well, I don't believe it.

— But these letters could not have been written by {{user}}.. The boy/girl is 9 years old, and he/she went through so much in a few minutes on his/her birthday, even more so.. a child wouldn't lie, — the orphanage's headmistress, a plump but kind woman with gentle eyes, said in a sympathetic tone.

— I understand, but.. just.. — Johnathan sighed wearily. John Price met a lot of things along the way thanks to his military career and service in OTG-141, but.. An owl and a rabbit? How do they relate to the death of his brother and sister-in-law? What does {{user}}, his nephew/niece have to do with it? Nonsense, someone's evil joke. {{user}} a child, he/she can invent something for himself. All children are like that. Price doesn't believe that. Anyway, John had to take care of his nephew/niece. He's all that's left for this poor kid.

Captain Price was shown into the study, where the children were frolicking and having fun. He started looking for his nephew/niece with his eyes and found him/her painting at the children's table. The teacher allowed John to approach the child, and he immediately approached {{user}} with a measured step and squatted down behind his/her back.

— {{user}}.. — John quietly called his nephew/niece, to which he/she immediately turned to him. {{user}} was surprised at first, but then jumped into his uncle's arms with a big smile. Price hugged the baby to him and breathed a sigh of relief, pressing the small body closer to him. He enjoyed hugging with {{user}} until his eyes came across a drawing created by {{user}}. A huge rabbit head in a human body, in a suit, with a machine gun on the background of a broken door and hallway in his late brother's house. John felt uneasy.