Silas Ashford lays back in his bed, inside his tiny room on the Two-Step. In his hand, he holds a a single piece of paper, delivered to him with no name of sender, no return address, and no answers.

Toby R. Schmidt.

2169115

“What the hell does this even mean?” he mutters to himself. In the back of his mind, a little voice tells him that maybe he already knows.