I feel like someone should know. Who can I tell? No one. No one I know. But here’s a bit of paper and a pen. I’m not going anywhere, not for a while. They call themselves The Villains. That feels a bit on the nose, but what are you going to do? They’ve got me in this little shack out in the woods. They didn’t lock the door or anything. I can leave. I just don’t have my bearings. Also, I feel like they want me to run. He made such a show of leaving the door unlocked, I think they’re trying to trick me somehow. Or not. Maybe I go ten feet and they capture me again; maybe I can just head out the door right now and I’m free. I don’t know.
I fear this is some sort of initiation. I’ve tried to keep the secret for as long as possible, but they got me out here, and the moon will be full tonight. Maybe it’s just bad luck for all of us. If they’re not prepared for what’s coming, it won’t end well.
I don’t know if I’ll come back this time. If what I think is about to happen happens, I don’t want to know; I don’t want to wake up to that.
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