Personal Notes Perhaps a page with torn edges was left behind here. Secret Dossier | ✍️ Black Letters | PRE ↯ entry_002.txt This dossier logs an incident the Archive could not classify. Read carefully — some details were never meant to surface. The Archive recorded what it could. The rest was felt — not written. Date:

VIXEN Black Letters — entry_001.txt | Archive Fragment Personal Notes Perhaps a page with torn edges was left behind here. Secret Dossier | ✍️ Black Letters | PRE ↯ entry_001.txt This file contains multiple fragments from the Black Letters archive. Read with caution — not every truth arrives whole. Date: 06.11.2025Agent: Vixen Access Granted ⫸ Access Other Dossiers

VIXEN Black Letters — entry_000.txt | Archive Fragment Personal Notes Perhaps a page with torn edges was left behind here. Secret Dossier | ✍️ Black Letters | PRE ↯ entry_000.txt This fragment from the archive might not be for everyone. Sometimes, to understand — you have to dare to open it. Date: 05.11.2025Agent: Vixen Access Granted ⫸ Access Other

VIXEN — BlackLetters: Entry 004 Black Letters: Entry 004 POV: 19:47, highway blurring orange. I’m wheezing with laughter: — “He drew eyes and a smile on TRASH BAGS and calls it Halloween décor!” I swing toward Flame: — “Would you ever?” Flame, scandalised: — “I’d decorate properly. No… garbage-ghosts.” Shadow,

VIXEN — BlackLetters: Entry 003 Black Letters: Entry 003 They’re both on the couch. No chaos. No rush. Just Flame — with that familiar smirk, and Shadow — quietly reading, tracking every breath like he always does. As if this scene is completely normal. I walk over. Then — dramatically

VIXEN — BlackLetters: Entry 002 Black Letters: Entry 002 Late evening. Kitchen light. I’m on my phone, too deep into whatever it is I’m pretending to care about. He’s pacing. The Shadow’s reading, again. Quietly tracking every breath in the room. He snaps: — “You ever gonna come back from

VIXEN — BlackLetters: Entry 001 Black Letters: Entry 001 Well then, let this be the first entry. I was just leaving a comment. And he — of course — was sitting right there, grinning as usual. “Fox…” (he caught my eye and smirked.) “Take your eyes off the screen for