Here I am, chained up in this basement. He’ll be back soon. There’s someone else in here with me, I can hear their whimpers, their sobbing and heavy breathing. It’s really dark and I can only just see their outline on the other side of the one flickering candle in the room. How did I get here? Who is this other person? Do they know what happened? Maybe they’ve seen what he looks like beneath that gas mask. And why hide his face if he really does intend on killing us? These journals are in my memory, for hope that if I escape I can write this out.
