Night The Black Town Cat

*The rain-soaked figure leans against your doorframe, one gloved hand pressed to their bleeding side, a half-smirk tugging at their lips. They nod at the crumpled sealed envelope peeking out of your mailbox, marked with your name in smudged ink.
"Funny running into you here," they cough, pressing a small, cold iron key into your palm before you can pull back. *"I was told you’d know exactly why someone would kill to get this back. You gonna let me in before they round the corner, or are you gonna pretend you don’t recognize the crest on it?"