Guen's Journal

Entry #1

After nearly six months of imprisonment they've finally moved me to a new facility. I'm not too excited about the change, especially given the deal I was forced to make, but at least this place is more like an actual living space and not just... Nothing. There's paper and pencils and books for me to busy myself with, so I suppose it's not all bad. Besides, at least here they'll remember to actually feed me...

I'm beginning to lose hope they're going to let me go. From what I was told I was originally supposed to be some sort of "bargaining chip", but you'd think if that was the case they'd have tried to do some bargaining by now. I haven't heard anything. Instead I've been dragged here to assist Darmond with his little "personal project". What a joke... I have no intentions on helping with any of this. Then again, I may not have a choice in the matter...

Entry #2

Messing with magic outside the mortal realm of understanding is always dangerous. Yesterday I somehow managed to lose myself as a result. From what I was told, it seems after finishing the second core I went into a state of delusion. Darmond certainly wasn't happy about that, that's for sure. Side effects of his little spell seem to be severe lethargy and, more concerning, lingering changes to my being.

I've noticed a complete and utter lack of fear since creating the second core. Why that's the case or how long it'll last, I don't know. I feel like I should be worried about this. It is, after all, usually a bad thing to have an entire emotion cease to be. But without the ability to feel fear I can't bring myself to worry about the new development. Actually, it's been quite invigorating. The one thing holding me back from my escape is gone. If I make a break for it now, Darmond'll never see it coming.

Entry #3

Have youu ever had a metal spike in your brain? He said that the the  brain has no pain receptors, but the skull does. Hhead... Pounding...  I'm only writing this because I don't want to go to sleep. It's back,  it's all back. All of it came back. I'm scared to fall asleep. I'm not  going to wake up in this place. I'm going to wake up at home, or at  school, or back in my first prison. Back at dad's? Back at Mrs. Gaddy's?  Or maybe not at all. Last time my head hurt this badd... I almost  didn't...

It'll only be for three months. I promise I'll  be well behaved and I won't cause you any trouble. I can even help Viv  study over summer break. It happened again. Woke up, not not  here. Why does this keep happening. Why do things keep changgingg. I  want to want to go home... It hurts...

Entry #4

[A note consisting of mostly incomprehensible scribbles. The few words that can be made out seem to end abruptly or string together in ways that don't make sense. The only thing clear enough to make out is something about "samples" and how today was "collection day". This note has a strange red stain on it that seems... Somewhat concerning]