[End of Act I]

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is it not tragic that all who run merely make others follow?

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QFR ZIQZ OL VITF VT LZKOAT.

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Too Late

We've waited around for too long. It's time we left. Sorry we hurt your friends at the station, but things are moving too fast. Pack your things, we're leaving right now, and I won't take no for an answer. We're taking you with us even if we have to drag you the whole way. Get ready.

-Lucas

They're Real

There's not a doubt in my mind that those damn kids are real, now. I awoke this morning to find them standing in my room, staring at me, as if waiting for me awaken. They told me that "he" (they seemed to put a lot of emphasis on the words "he" and "him) would be coming for me soon. I have absolutely no doubt they're real, now. Unless I truly have gone insane... Am I the only one who can see those posts by the Voice? I asked who the kids were and... they told me THEY were the Voice. It doesn't seem possible, since the time all the posts took place they were standing outside, but something told me it was true...

I'm really losing it. Please, if there is someone, ANYONE reading my journal out there, just please say something. I need to know I'm not alone in this world, please, just tell me anything, I don't care what it is...

-Kemble

My Day

Well, my day hasn't gone to shit yet. Still pissed about Lucas getting out, and aparently getting back in by himself. I swear, there I something wrong with him. Those fucking kids, too. Are they real? Are they fake? Are they just hallucinations? Am I insane? I don't even know what to think anymore.

Oh, hey. I haven't cleaned anything in two days. I don't even feel like cleaning. Imagine that.

Alright, I'm also getting fed up with "the Voice." You're just speaking in those crazy fucking riddles, and those coded messages, making absolutely nothing make sense. If anything, you're trying to make things even MORE confusing than they already are, and I'm sick of it. I still have no idea who you are and you still refuse to come out and say who you are. I know you were somehow connected with Vicki's murder, and that's enough to already get me pissed. She may not have been a friend, but at least talking to her helped. At least she could understand my condition, and now you've taken that away from me. So now, I plan to take your freedom away from you. I'm not putting up with you anymore.

Still not allowed to go to work. Pisses me off.

I'm not getting any closer to any of this just sitting around here. Need to work. Have to work. People are depending on me. Must work...

-Harold Kemble

Day off

Because of that's happened recently, I've been forced to take a day off, but it's really fucking hard to relax knowing that the guards back at the station are letting Lucas out again to use the computer! This is what happens when I'm gone for a day? You all of a sudden start letting prisoners out? Are you guys fucking insane?

And let's not forget about "the Voice". Whoever the hell you are, you obviously knew about Vicki's death, and decided to play around with me about it instead. I've had it with all this. Something else happens and I might just fucking lose it! Who knows what I'll do? I sure as hell don't! You better tell me who the fuck you are, "the Voice", or I'll find out myself and make sure you suffer for what you did to Vicki.

-Kemble

Running out of time

We're almost out of time, Harold. Wherever the Voice is, He will soon follow. He has already made his first move on Vicki, and there's no telling who will be next. I'm taking a big risk by even allowing myself to stay in your custody, but if you won't believe what I'm telling you and refuse to see His signs, then I'll just have to drag you out and make you see Him.

-Lucas

Shit...

Alright, I've had enough of this. I walk into Vicki's office and she's fucking dead. And there are those kids right outside. Whoever killed her has a sick mind. Who kills someone then removes all the organs? Fuck... She was the only one who could have helped me at this point. What the hell do I do now? I don't know what to think anymore, everything just feels like a big mess. Damn it...