The jackal came back.

He said he knew my dad, but wasn’t sure I was me. He says he came to recruit me.

Supposedly he’s setting up a resistance. My dad was a part? Apparently he was considered smart. Wish I was.

I don’t remember him. Still not sure I believe the story, but the he had neat toys, so maybe I do a little.

I asked him if there was money or food involved. He didn’t like the question, and said I should think about others.

Most of the others here would kill me for money or food.

I told him so, and he left angry.

… easy go.

I probably shouldn’t transcribe this, but it’s encrypted.

Right?

Right.