Suicide Note


 * Found on a table in 3rd floor at Doris Fletcher's Acting School

Description
A bloody suicide note found in Doris Fletcher's theatre
 * I can't stand the pain anymore. It's like my entire body is breaking apart since that bitch
 * infected me. For days now she keeps hiding in her room, giving orders through little
 * written notes, and only rehearsing at night. I witnessed one of her so-called rehearsals:
 * she walks on stage, angry and hateful, spitting and whining about her fading beauty. The
 * bitch is infected, rotten to the core, and she plans to infect everyone in this place, and
 * then everyone in London. Her next play is not before December and at this time, all the
 * theatre's employees will be her obedient minions, forced to serve her evil machinations.
 * I'm sure she's found a way to corrupt our food or the water, since we all started to get ill
 * and change after the meal she arranged for us last Monday.
 * I want whoever find this note to know that I only killed myself to escape the living hell
 * that this place has become. May God have mercy on me, and my immortal soul, since I
 * refused to be an accomplice to this devilry?