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Kill the Enemy Viper!

Yesterday during a rally in honor of the Leader’s momentous new decisions, representatives of the Ministry of Order apprehended an enemy suicide bomber. He was planning to use dynamite to turn the peaceful assembly into a bloodbath, but was exposed and arrested. Thousands of lives were saved, and thousands of children will now get to bask in the bright sun of the new era the Great Leader has promised us! Glory to the guardians of the law! The vile agent will suffer a just punishment for his deeds! Death to enemies and spies!

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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.

Investigations

Letter

Hemnitz is exceptional with numbers, and he is truly passionate about this job. When I brought him in on the Heimdall project, I couldn't even imagine what a valuable asset he would become. I told him many times that his talent was wasted on the first floor, and that he should work with statistics. He just smiled in response. Sometimes he seems to be the only one I can trust... If I didn't know who he really was and what he was capable of, I would befriend with him without hesitation.

Investigations

Letter

I want to apologize to you, Evan. I was a bad father. I wasn't with you when you needed me. I'm not with you now, when you’re caught in the center of this whirlpool of shit, the fight for power in the Inner Circle. And you're here because of me. My ambitions and irrepressible, selfish thirst for justice put your life in danger. Don't indulge in illusions, son. The Ministry is a hole, a black hole that sucks out your soul and pulls it into the heart of the storm, a world of perverted notions of good and evil. But I'm not apologizing for what I've done. No. I just hope that you'll be able to forgive me for what you've done - or still have to do. I'm very sorry.

Investigations

Letter

This is an appeal to you, my son. I don’t know if you’ll ever read it. Perhaps this confession of mine is in vain... But I have to tell you my most terrible secret. Your mother... I killed her. No, I didn’t pull a trigger or anything like that. But it was me who signed the circular authorizing the use of pesticides in fruit groves. She was killed by my indifference and my willingness to make compromises with my conscience. The day she died, I was supposed to pick her up from work... But I was too busy, had so many important things to do... If I had wanted to turn my back on this career in the Ministry, I could have easily gotten a referral to another good job anywhere in the country. I often tried to make excuses, thinking that without me, those villains at the top would tear our country apart... But that’s all it is - an excuse... I was the unprincipled fool who authorized the poisoning of the population... And your mother only bought those apples from some old woman because she was kind wanted to support a pensioner. Every day I thank heaven that you were at summer camp at the time. ...All the subsequent “prohibitions” on apple sales were my desperate attempts to atone, and they changed nothing...

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Letter

I remember the day your mother and I went to the coast. Everything changed when you were born, but back then we still had a coast not poisoned by fuel from sunken military tankers. Without the burned corpses of young soldiers, both ours and Boreans, who died in that senseless war. On that sunny day, your mother and I drank three bottles of wine, swam until it got cold, and then warmed ourselves up in each other’s arms under a large woolen blanket. I remember that day as clearly as if it was yesterday. Because the day we conceived you is the second happiest day of my life. The first one is the day you were born.

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