Or maybe I'm just extremely paranoid.
I realize something, and with that realization, comes about a dozen questions.
And each time I find the answer to one of them, the fragment seem to multiply.
Like a hydra?
I don't fucking know.
'Father' has sent me on a godforsaken goose chase.
I think I found what I'm looking for, and instead I find some grand plot twist and must head to where it SHOULD be next.
I haven't slept or eaten in the last few days.
My body'es screaming for a break, but my stubbornness is refusing to let up.
I might just run myself into the grave hahaha.
I swear to god if I don't get a hold of this 'artifact' soon I'm going to set fire to an orphanage...