Letter

Dear son. If you are reading this, I must already be dead. Forgive me for pushing you away, for the fact that we haven’t been as close these last few years as we used to be. You may not believe me, but this was my own unusual way of trying to protect you. Even my death serves this purpose - to protect my son... I don't know who else might read this letter, so I cannot risk telling you everything. Therefore, I have left everything important in special boxes throughout the Ministry. Only you can open them: the locks are coded to your biometrics. I hope you manage to put it all together and make the right decision in the end. You should receive the first box along with this letter. You have to find the rest yourself. And, most importantly, don't trust anyone, Evan. I wish I could bequeath you something more pleasant... Good luck and... I love you, son.