Hello.

This isn’t going to make sense yet, but I hope your curiosity stays piqued long enough to grasp what this will all mean eventually.

Right now, I feel like I’m dying. If not for the lack of blood, I’d be convinced someone already eviscerated me. Left my corpse to rot and stain this perfect, expensive-looking [and feeling] rug. Just a hollow shell of a person, organs all gone, off to be sold somewhere, maybe. I don’t know if bones or eyes go for anything on the black market these days, but they’re the last thing letting me know I’m truly still alive. Staring into this horrible abyss of a mansion, bathed in such intense blue lighting, it’s like the taste of ocean water could choke me. My joints ache so bad. I don’t have a cool/fun simile for that one, I just fucking hurt.

The woman who left me here, a rotting-but-actually-just-fine body on the floor, she’s perfect. I’m going to use comparisons to God, to various holy deities, and I need you to understand it isn’t exaggeration. Not to me. She’s holy to me, and I’d let her do anything. No matter the cost.

When you come back, I might try and tell you a little more about her, about the situation we’re in. However, I can hear her coming back down the stairs, and she just despises surprise visitors.