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[shuttersense]

[It should be noted that the writing is shaky, almost a scrawl. Some of the words might even be difficult to read from her haste to write down the words.]

Did anyone else see her?

Little girl. Dark hair, braided, wearing dress. Was with a cloaked figure who carried her away. Just down the hallway.

I keep hearing her laughter. I couldn't catch up though.

I know. I know it could be a memory but-

Please tell me I'm not crazy.

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[shuttersense]

It doesn't mean I'm any of them. Anyone can read the journal you know. And I'm sure someone skilled enough can mimic other peoples writing.

[canonized_demon]

Yeah yeah I get it. Be careful about what I write here.

[shuttersense]

Sorry if I'm sounding high handed but it's something to keep in mind. We don't know who else is reading this.

Or if they can be trusted as a friend or ally.

[canonized_demon]

Yeah. But being alone in a place like this sucks. No way I was gonna hide from my friends.

[shuttersense]

No, of course not. No one wants to be alone.

[canonized_demon]

Alone is fine. But not here. I dont know this place this turf. Safer to stay together.

[shuttersense]

Of course. This place does like groups. Least this time.