My name is Samuel Meyer and I am writing this note as a legacy for I am, I fear, the last of my race.
For many years, my encounters with my kindred became increasingly rare.
Now, if my memory serves, it has been nigh on a decade since I last saw another like me.
I am an old man now.
Old in body.
Tired in mind.
Heavy of heart.
It is lonely being the only one left.
In the glory days we were strong and proud. But all things pass, whether glorious or contemptible. I am all that is left.