Dearest Uncle Ollie,

I'm writing to you on day 1,000 since we first learned you were missing, and the question remains the same: Where are you? No, seriously—where are you? I've scoured every safe house, hacked every Agency database, and even checked the primary functions of the escape pods. But, you’re nowhere to be found. And it’s not like you to leave me hanging.

You were always there, a comforting voice in my ear, guiding me through my Zoraxis training with your impeccable timing and unwavering support.Whether it was cutting through the tension with a well-placed joke or offering the perfect bit of guidance just when we needed it, you made us feel like we weren’t alone in this world of espionage and danger.

Hell, you were the reason I applied to Zoraxis in the first place - and I'm just convinced as of the good you saw in this place as when you told stories about Zoraxis at family dinners.

And now, silence.

Uncle Ollie, we need answers. Are you hiding? Were you on a mission so classified even we can’t know about it? Or—perish the thought—have you been captured by the Agency? If you’re out there, know that your absence is deeply felt. Zoraxis isn’t the same without you, and frankly, neither am I.

So, if you can hear this (or read this, or intercept this via some encrypted channel we don’t know about), just give us a sign. A coded message. A jolly remark. Even a simple, “Ah, my favorite niece, good to hear from you.” Anything.

Until then, I’ll be waiting. And trying not to die.

With concern and admiration,

Zoë