Eternity in the Fog
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Normality is in your world. Chaos is in ours.
Read, as Jack Wells is sucked into the entity's realm.
(I do not take ownership over the Benedict Baker journal entries, however I consider them an important part of lore to Dead By Daylight and couldn't resist putting them in the book, here is a full list of the entries https://deadbydaylight.gamepedia.com/Benedict_Baker )
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