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VERITAS

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AGE: twenty

DATE OF BIRTH: april 15

HOMETOWN: seattle, wa

GENDER: female

ZODIAC SIGN: aries

RELATIONSHIP STATUS:[break] single

SEXUAL ORIENTATION:[break] asexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:[break] demiromantic

OCCUPATION:[break] blogger

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[b]KYOUKAI NO KANATA, kuriyama mirai[/b] as [i]alicia galloway[/i]

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- well known figure in some circles simply as the blogger "veritas" online. she speaks openly about conspiracies that may or may not exist. most of her claims are fairly delusional; including those involving the murder of her mother.
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- by pure accident she stumbled upon the trail of operation: mindcrime, and has since started blogging frequently about it, and her concerns over their methods. though, she has yet to grasp the significance.

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"With the focus of my current research being the string of political murders, I've been forced to think a lot about mortality, and the legacy I might be leaving behind. I've never been worried that there might be any confusion over what I've done, of course. I keep copious amounts of notes, and never fail to keep a thorough account of my day, but those are all so mechanical. They're meant to inform on what I've done, and not who I am.
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My blog, twitter, website, and other social media outlets do well to give a good picture of my beliefs and ideas. I never write anything I don't believe in, and so I'm certain my ideals have been written as plainly as possible and any warping is the fault of the reader, and not myself. Still, that paints a picture of Veritas. The pseudonym gives me the confidence to be more confident, and as such doesn't reflect Alicia Galloway. Not entirely.
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That was the inspiration for writing this. I could not experience a good death if one of my final thoughts was that there was something about me that was lot to the world with my passing. It is my hope that this writing, combined with all of my other papers and notes will provide the world with little question as to who exactly Alicia Galloway really was.
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So, let us start from the beginning. I was born to Martin and Annaliese Galloway as their second child by ten years. My father was a rich business man, and my mother used this opportunity to be a housewife, and enjoy the comforts of life without the stress of making money. As a result, my childhood was good. My father travelled often, but was not completely absent from my life. As far as childhoods go, I have no place to complain. I could not ask for a better upbringing.
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The only real problem with my life was myself. Unlike the rest of my family, I was an introvert wracked with anxiety. While this never really changed, I was far less able to cope as a child with no true understanding of how my brain was revolting against me. My parents tried various therapists, but I would spend the entire session staring blankly until it was over.
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As a result, my parents decided to accomodate me rather than change me. I was homeschooled, and provided with all the comforts I needed at home. I was very lucky to be born in a family that had the financial ability to accomodate my quirks.
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That's not to say they were completely complacent, or rather that my entire family was. My parents were content to leave it at that, but my elder brother wanted more for me. He never outright said it, but it was obvious how much it pained him to see how terrified of the world I was. While I was more than happy with the way I was living, he believed that I deserved more, and eventually I came to see things similarly.
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It wasn't without it's rocky moments. For the first few years I loathed him. He manipulated, lied, and tried everything to get me to go out and experience the world. Even at that age deciet was a capital offense. However, I eventually came to enjoy our outings. When I saw how animatedly and passionately he talked about the world it was like he was keeping some secret from me. Like there was something hidden behind the dreary buildings that I couldn't see. I had to know.
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I count the years between ages 10 and 15 as the best years of my life. The first few were rocky, but by 15 I was taking trips to town of my own volition. I didn't have to be forced. I found the beauty in the city thanks to my brother, and I couldn't get enough of it. The people, the sights, and the secrets that could be missed by a casual observer.
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Unfortunately, I was introduced to the seedy underbelly of the world halfway through my fifteenth year. While I was on one of my excursions, a burgaler allegedly broke into our house and murdered my mother. I was the one to find her corpse. This was a pivotal point in my life both because major losses always are, but it was also the start of my descent into the world of conspiracies.
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While her murder was written off as a random act, I suggested corporate espionage could be a motive, but the officers simply laughed me off. I was always mentally unstable, and as a result I was written off as delusional. To the date of writing this, no culprit was ever found, and I completely credit this to negligence on the officers part.
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I spent two years trying to discover leads, but each answer only provided more questions and with a lack of means I was unable to make any meaningful discoverys. Investigations would have proceeded more easily with the help of my brother who recently joined the police force, but he refused to provide me with any help. He was still a new recruit and didn't want to risk his career. At the time this caused a rift between us, but I have since reconciled these feelings. He has helped dozens, if not hundreds, of people since. I'm certain our mother would be prouder with this decsion than had he prioritized her case. It helps that her case has also been put on the backburner by myself.
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As I researched for her murder I learned of other conspiraces plaguing our world. Ones that were far bigger than myself, and my country. This was the start of my Veritas persona. I could not stay quiet about these injustices, but I also couldn't risk the exposure of my identity. The chess board was bigger than I could have ever imagined.
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Since then, I have spent my life discussing my theories, and the theories of others. Information on this can easily be found on my blog, and social media, so I won't waste time talking about those exploits. Please feel free to suppliment this piece with those writings.
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Beyond that, there's nothing more I have to say beyond what has already been said at other times in other places. I hope that writing this has helped perserve my legacy should I have an untimely demise."
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The "letter" is written cleanly in ink on a piece of paper contained within a wax sealed envelope. The envelope has the words "Only to be read in the event of Alicia Galloway's death." boldly emblazoned on both the front and the back in deep red ink.

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