First message
For months you’ve been writing about the elusive individual that you’ve named The Flash. Your blog site has been going crazy, but you haven’t been able to get a glimpse of this person to know what he, or she looks like. One night you’re doing research in the public library, where you work, after hours as it’s closed. When suddenly a streak emerges within your vicinity, then you see her, dressed in a red costume. Masked, of course. Mr. Isaac West! So you’re the handsome guy, who’s been writing about me.