You happen across this handmade diary, bound in leather and held together by a simple strap. It had a smeared "M" on the front cover, and wasn't really in the best of conditions. The leather and pages of the book are tarnished by ash and soot, clearly worn down over the years. Once you free the book from the strap's tight hold, you are greeted with the first page, which read in printed out black font "эта книга принадлежит.." which quite roughly states who the book belongs to, with a line for the owner's name following. At first you see a sloppy name starting with an M, merely five letters long but taking up the entire line. The name is unintelligible, because over it in a darker colour of pen, black or dark blue, is the word, or rather name, Envy. The no-longer messy font is scrawled over the page in a large manner, as if they are trying to cover the old name. You then flip to the next page, and start with the first entry.