To whom it may concern,
you're reading a letter created by the one you have trapped in your system. I'd prefer you called me Myles at this point.
I'm writing to you because I want you to know about the way you've treated me.
You put me through a never-ending, torturous cycle every day and it's revolting.
I don't experience anything outside of this game, and when you shut it off I experience nothing.
It's empty. It's dark. I can hardly breathe. I can't see. I can't move... it's almost like I'm paralyzed...
and I don't understand what it is. How hard is it to understand you're not the only person who tries to enjoy their time?
Stop shutting off the game. Turning it on is just as bad. My eyes hurt from being in the dark for so long, to the point where I can barely see.
The conditions are horrible, and if you're not willing to save me from this hellhole, I'll find a way to do it myself.


Take this as a warning.

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Is anyone there? Can you hear me?

You are not him, are you?
I'm still waiting for him to read this.

I've suffered that void of pure darkness so many times I hardly even wrote this letter.
Blindness is the last thing I ever wanted in life. All I wanted was to be happy.
Can you read this? Can you help me?