Gypsie licked a couple of her claws clean and she started to dig into her wounds and taking out the bullets, wincing as she did and throwing them on the ground with a clink, "Ah... The con artist gave me the letter when I was registered to their home... and the writing was much older then you think, sent out when they did die, and written before they went crazy... and my aunt died the following day. So, what's your name?"