10/12/22

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I'm not supposed to be writing this. In this moment, as I sit in the tiny, sterile suite that they have provided me with I am afraid. Afraid that they'll find this journal and every nightmare of mine will come to pass. My name is Anya and I work for people higher up than the government. Myself, and a team of the most brilliant scientists of our day were approached with the promise of knowledge. This knowledge that every scientific mind craves was unattainable any other way and it worked in drawing most of us in. But now I'd do anything not to have obtained the information that they promised. That's why I'm writing everything down. If I had to keep the fact that The Company is harboring a monster in the midst of the world, I might lose whatever is helping me keep my sanity.

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