Yet another unsent letter, with shaky handwriting

 Goole,

The others are sleeping. So was I, before the nightmares showed up.
This is what happens if I forget to journal before sleeping, I guess. I only wrote down long day, write about it later.

Serves me right. Might as well write this as part of my journaling, huh.




I wonder how quickly you get the news about what happened. Anyway, the explosion wasn't me.
Letting the captives out, on the other hand...

I'm not really on this job to save the world, you know. I never wanted to be that person. I came here because I was hired.
And I'm literally doing everything else, but what I was hired for.

I don't think I'm even gonna be paid for this.

But not like I can back out from it now, can I?

So... if we get back to town, we will probably bring hell along with us. So you know. Be prepared.

Not like you'll get this letter either. Bitch.


Ariel