They're twisting my words. I feel like I can't type anything without these fuckers telling the truth
changing everything I say.
I don't even notice my surroundings anymore. I just sit here, waiting for Khronos or anybody to come, anybody to find me. But I see even he's having problems as of late.
This is for the record: We are not crazy. We are professionals in a strange career. Except i'm not even sure if I believe that anymore.
I noticed some sort of peephole in this bedroom door. Gonna go check it out and maybe report my findings.
-Phoenix
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