My name is Peter Wesker; I’m a marine biologist and a retired deep-sea diver. I know this will sound unusual, but I have a story to tell you and you need to read it. Nobody else will. Nobody else wants to believe me, not even those that saw it first-hand. In 2007, while working for a small deep-sea salvaging corporation, my crew and I discovered something beneath an oil rig. What was it, you ask? We don’t know, nor do we want to know. But you might. In our field, we’re often hired by local authorities and even sometimes international ones to help with missing person cases and even potential murders on occasion.
A few weeks ago I forwarded a transcript request to one of my colleagues, hoping they still had enough pull in the business to net me the information I needed. Reluctantly, they agreed on the terms that I don’t contact them beyond that point. After waiting relentlessly for half a month, a beige envelope arrived on my doorstep this morning. It contained a yellow piece of paper with bold, black writing. Here’s what it said. I urge you to read it carefully.