#half assedly

Yes, the improvements are still a work-in-progress. But progress is being made.

Under the management of our new CEO, Finch, Justice Reigns is striving to improve our reputation and, more importantly, our impact on the multiversal community. Lord Dream, in his delusional pursuit of perfection, has destroyed more lives than he has helped. We can never get those lives back, but we can at least try to make tomorrow a better day than yesterday. We hope everyone will grant us their patience and good will as we attempt to undo as much of the damage our previous CEO has done as we can.

As mentioned previously, there are things we can never take back, and we will not ask the families of those Lord Dream had murdered to forgive us. However, we are currently going through paperwork to find the records of these deaths, and attempting to locate their remains. We will be contacting the families of the victims when we find their records, and return the remains whenever possible.

This announcement had caused quite a stir. A week later, at Finch’s first press conference as CEO of JR, a number of reporters had asked him all sorts of questions.

“Where is Dream now?”

“Do you know why he had so many people killed?”

“What did you mean by ‘return the remains whenever possible?’”

And, as expected:

“What do you plan to do about the Meme Squad?”

Finch had answered as many as he could, but the reporters weren’t fully satisfied. This was the first time since the founding of the organization that management had changed, so he understood the excitement. Even if the circumstances had been…better, he would’ve expected just as many questions.

He had been hoping he could take a nice rest afterwards, but upon returning to his new office, he found Hacker and Randy waiting for him, letters in their hands.

Hacker sat in front of the desk, his cane leaning against the armrest.

Randy stood beside him, his expression calm but unsure.

“…What’s going on?”

“I dunno,” Hacker said, turning the letter in his hands. “These just kinda appeared? There’s one on the desk addressed to you, too.”

So there was.

Finch examined it. The only thing written on the envelope was his name, in an old typewriter font.

“That’s…bizarre,” he muttered.

“There’s more,” Randy said. “Dream, Ink, and the Meme Squad all have one.”

“Apparently the letters disappeared right after they were opened?” Hacker said uncertainly. “But they said something about ‘questions incoming.’ We wanted to wait until you got back to open ours.”

Finch frowned in thought, flipping the letter over to the back. “…How could anyone even get a little into those cells?”

“Maybe a…certain kind of magic?” Randy suggested.

Hacker shuddered. “Maybe we should demon-proof the cells or something.”

“We probably should,” Finch sighed. “I’ll put that on the list of things to do. First, though…”

The three of them opened their letters.

Questions incoming. Prepare.

Finch read the letter again, confused. Questions from who?

Suddenly, all three letters vanished in a puff of smoke.

“…Huh,” Hacker said. “I didn’t realize we were having a second press conference with the inmates in max security.”