Dear Wulf

Come the following days; there weren't all too many at Danny's wake in the end.

"How sad..." A distant relative whispered, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief.

"How could we have let this happen..." Another muttered.

Wulf kept his head steadily down.

"Excuse me," a man began, gently placing a hand on Wulf's shoulder.

The man's voice had a familiar sound to it in a chilling sense.

Wulf quickly spun around, met by a man who looked very similar to his old friend.

"Y-yes...?" The boy squeaked.

"Well, first of all, I'm so thankful you were able to come; dealing with death at such a young age is..." The man narrowed his eyes.

"Truly despicable..." He muttered.

"Anyway, my apologies, young Wulf," the man continued.

"It's just," the man began, unraveling a crumpled piece of paper from his pants pocket.

"Danny's suicide letter happened to be addressed to you," the man smiled sadly.

"I'm his older brot