I’d left everything Sirena had left to me in a place that would be easy to find, along with a note that explained the bare minimum of what he needed to know to get his police buddies off his back. Investigating Sirena’s cult. If you find this, I’m probably dead or sucking demon cock. Either way, don’t bother looking for me. P.S. I bequeath to you my evil cat. Don’t ever give him catnip or you’ll figure out why his name is Cheese. P.P.S. This isn’t a suicide note, but if anyone asks, tell them it was bears.
