Rosa and M&M's Correspondence[]
This is a pile of correspondence between a technician, Rosa, in Rediesel Desert and M&M Second-hand Parts Store in Umbraton. To get cheap parts for her modification projects, Rosa reached out to the parts store M&M in Umbraton that had exactly what she needed. Their cooperation went on for over a decade until Rosa passed away. We could have a peek at the daily life in Rediesel Desert and Umbraton through these letters.
Introduction[]
Minny looked back at the correspondence between Rosa and her family. She considered Rosa the most incredible and unique person she ever knew and reached out to the fleet, seeking permission for a trip to Rediesel Desert to bid her final farewell to her friend.
Fourteenth Year's Correspondence II[]
Dear Miss Summer:
Thank you very much for informing us.
Rosa's passing saddens my father and me. He got to your letter first as it's been a long time since I was in the store. M&M Parts was once on the brink of closure but managed to survive thanks to those orders from Rosa. We don't sell used parts for a living anymore, but father still keeps the shop because we get occasional mail orders from old regulars.
It's been so long ago that I don't recall how we first started corresponding. I guess we got a rather interesting letter that prompted a reply, which was followed by a kind response. Because of that, I got to make a great friend. She would send me schematics, tell me tales of the Rediesel Desert, and confide everything that went on in her life. Before I got married, in the letter she sent alongside the metal roses, she wrote her married friends opened the door to a new life and left her behind. I thought she was complaining until I finally understood her feelings later on. She regretted standing still, yet I'm probably locked behind the door I went through.
Until now, she remains a "great friend." She witnessed death, welcomed a new life, always had the drive to help others, and was always able to make the most courageous, most unexpected choices as her sacrifice for you.
All this time, I've questioned more than once whether Rosa actually existed, and it was all in my imagination since we never met and she didn't even attend my wedding. Now, I'd rather it all be a fantasy, as I could at least resurrect her in my mind. But it's all for naught because I'm reminded by the metal roses she sent on my headboard and her schematics in my notebook.
Before I wrote this, I asked the caravan for a ride on their way out to the desert. I should see you fairly soon after you get this. I wish you all the best.
Yours Truly:
Minny
In quiet midnight