Professor Layton and the Strange Correspondence –Part 1-

On the third Wednesday of the month, Hershel Layton received an altogether peculiar letter. It wasn't peculiar in that he was receiving it, of course, nor in that the letter itself was very strange at all. It was addressed to him on normal paper in normal (if rather precise) script and altogether very average. The contents themselves weren't even that out of the ordinary.

No, this letter was odd in that the sender did not mark their name. It had a return address, of course, but that was of little help; it merely led to a mailbox in a collection of mailboxes for those who wish to have separate addresses for various reasons, such as business or (possibly) infidelity.

Of course, Layton didn't know all of this yet. He had only just received the letter and was now bringing it in from the porch. It was not until evening that he even got around to looking at it. Now, the professor was very used to receiving mail from unknown addresses—many people would contact him for a variety of puzzle or archaeology related questions—and did not find it the least bit odd. That is, not until he opened it.

My dearest professor,

How are you this fine month? November always seems to be the slowest month, though that may just be my interpretation. I remember getting ill quite frequently around this time back when I was in university. Do you remember that? It was terribly bothersome, missing all of those classes. Well, not that I fell behind. I can't say I ever stooped that low!

I assure you, I have not been drinking. Much. My decisions are not affected by alcohol in the least. I am sending you this letter for different reasons. Now, I know you. But do you know me? Do you remember me in the slightest, professor?

-Anima

Layton looked down at the page uncertainly. What meaning was he supposed to take from this? Whoever sent him the letter obviously knew him, but he hadn't the slightest idea who it was. It must have been someone he knew back in university, obviously. But who? Of all the people he knew back then, no one sprang immediately to mind. It couldn't possibly have been sent by Don Paolo!

…could it?