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Idenitity of the Vandal

Hello Dear Readers,
Today I received a shocking email from my friend Yusuf!  It’s been a while since I’ve seen or heard from him. Vic had told he’s doing much better since the last time we met.  Turns out its true!  Apparently, there’s something that he feels I needed to know.
His email contained only a single link to an article from the Kevin's Crossing Herald, the charming local newspaper.  When I began reading it my breath caught in my chest.  The article said that the identity of the young man killed in a hit and run accident several weeks ago (the Vandal!) had been determined!  Though the identity of the driver of the car is still unknown (frowny face).
Before going any further, I must tell you, dear readers, this was very difficult to read.  It re-ignites many emotions I had thought I’d put to rest.  The death of the Vandal, may he live forever in the sun, was very hard on me.  Since then I’ve buried myself in my research (and snack cakes).  This information re-opens the wound but still does not allow for any degree of closure.  It also sheds additional light on the mystery of the elevator game.
Apparently, dental records linked the body of the Vandal to a missing person case from thirteen years ago.  A boy, named Daniel Lister, age eleven, went missing thirteen years ago.  He was shopping with his mother at a department store in downtown Detroit.  In her statement, she said she had been looking at pantsuits for a job interview and when she glanced back, Daniel was gone.  She said she had last seen him playing near the elevator.  As you’d expect she looked for him then alerted security when she couldn’t find him.  He was never found.  Security footage shows him getting on the elevator by himself but there is no footage of him getting off again.  The building had more than ten floors.  Dun Dun DUN!
Where has Daniel been all this time?  Was he in the other dimension, waiting for someone like myself to offer him a way out?  His ‘Shhh’ graffiti was all over town well before I played the elevator game, so that seems to disprove that theory.  Was he some sort of agent for the ‘Whispered Rooms and Screaming Skies’?  Or was he working against them?  I still don’t know what the ‘Shhh’ graffiti is referring to.  Was it a message from them, or about them?
Could a child, playing in the elevator, pressing the buttons that so deliciously light up, accidentally have played the elevator game?  It seems unlikely that a child could have succeeded at this and been uninterrupted in a busy building.  As always, so many questions.
The death of Vandal was very shocking for me.  He was a nebulous opponent now made into a flesh and blood person.  But he is still a mysterious agent of unknown forces.  Now I know he was once someone’s child, who just wanted to play while his mother was shopping.  It shows that there are real casualties of these conflicts.  Perhaps there is more at stake than I realized.
I have the strong urge to go and investigate the bus station locker the Jan March told me about.
I’ll keep you updated!

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