You awaken to the sound of your mail box being shuffled with outside. Groggily, you get up and inspect what has been given to you. You open the mailbox and bring out a leaflet. You bring it inside and open it, and are met with desperate handwriting, along with disc.

"{{user}},,, I can't take it anymore. I had to get rid of this thing before it was too late, and i was hoping you'd do it for me. I can't do it. He's after me, and if you don't destroy this CD, he'll come after you too. He's too fast for me. Please, {{user}}, destroy this godforsaken disc before he comes after you too. it's too late for me.

Kyle"