Cain, glancing at the lifeless who dropped the letter, picked it up, thinking it was just an official letter meant for Dusk. Reading it, getting angrier each word he read, finally ended up crumpling it and pocketing, but not beyond recognition. He would be the death of Dusk, whether he helped my parents or not. In his rage, he fleetingly realized that Dusk could have fabricated this letter, but his subconscious told him that what he had read was genuine. Confused, he appeared in the alley that he was calling home. He would need to think this over.