You reluctantly let the man inside. He looked you up and down as you both sat at your dinner table.
"First of all, how the hell do you know about my terminal cancer? And how the hell do you know my name."
Francis chuckled silently. "You See Yn, I had a friend who had the same thing as you. I helped him."
You laughed. "Ha, terminal cancer is incurable."
Francis hsned you a note and left with out a word.
Dear Yn.
Come to the enclosed address and we can help cure your cancer.
You folded it and decided to see if it's real.
Your guts is telling you not to go.
