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19.09.1942
The house is empty save for the stench of blood and rot.
There's nothing left for me to find here.
The Baron left his library behind. I wonder if he left a will too, and whether I'm in it.
"Prehevil".
I'll find the answers there, or so all I have left to believe.
The house is empty save for the stench of blood and rot.
There's nothing left for me to find here.
The Baron left his library behind. I wonder if he left a will too, and whether I'm in it.
"Prehevil".
I'll find the answers there, or so all I have left to believe.
21.09.1942
The train's stopped in the outskirts. No one knows why.
Everyone stuck here has set off on their own merry ways to figure out a way to restart the engine or seek some aid, but one look at the residents and I'm not so optimistic.
Still. I should do what I can to try, right?
The symptoms are as follows—
The train's stopped in the outskirts. No one knows why.
Everyone stuck here has set off on their own merry ways to figure out a way to restart the engine or seek some aid, but one look at the residents and I'm not so optimistic.
Still. I should do what I can to try, right?
The symptoms are as follows—
2X.09.1942
Dreams of the moon.
The scent of sulfur always in the air.
Iron, steel, and the permeating taste of rust that I'll never get off my tongue.
I don't know if I'll leave here alive.
Perhaps that may even be better than the alternative.
Dreams of the moon.
The scent of sulfur always in the air.
Iron, steel, and the permeating taste of rust that I'll never get off my tongue.
I don't know if I'll leave here alive.
Perhaps that may even be better than the alternative.
XX.09.1942 @scawwy
And so... it begins again.
And so... it begins again.