The moment the red enveloped was touched, it grew hot before bursting into flames and screaming the message that it had been tasked to deliver:

"THOSE WHO STRUGGLE DO NOT HAVE CHARMS TO GUIDE THEM.
TAKE A MOMENT TO RECONSIDER YOUR POSITION BECAUSE
YOUR MORAL COMPASS NEEDS TWEAKING, DEARIE."
The smoke emitting from the flames took the form of a winged bird. Soon the embers died out, cluttering the desk with ash and leaving nothing else behind besides a memory of the threatening message and a stolen compass.