A lost bet was a lost bet, so Kayin sat down on his writing desk and began to compose:
September 13th, 1893
I am just two weeks shy of turning twenty-seven. What a boring age, don't you think? I am hoping that your spirit will manage to keep me young, lest my hair starts graying the second I blow my birthday cake's candles!
Yours,
Yours,
26 for 15 more days