Still, the beast eluded me. I had thrown everything I had into the search, and the result? Bloodied clothes and cracked nails. It was always one step ahead of me, and that was maddening. I knew how to kill it, I knew how to track it, but it always slipped through my fingers. People in my team have been going missing more frequently, and I think it's toying with me. I'm not going to give it the satisfaction of killing me. I'm going to end it here.
The search, I can't complete it, it's taking over, I can't control something that controls me, I can't stop, I can't start, I can only stand still, as it takes over my flesh, my muscles, and making me regret the first step into this project, and I didn't like it when it did, I have to end my logs here, and now, if you ever find my corpse, you will be reading this, and I can't continue it... the blood on the clothes now is mine.
As I followed he beast for so long and so much time I have spent on this hunt the more I see the beast I wonder if it truly is toying with me no matter where or what I do nothing can stop this beast it runs through this forest like it's been it's home for years and as I finally find its den and as I step in I realize that the beast was toying with me all along as I find that the way I came in was surrounded by what seemed more of them and as I knew the end was near 😏sounds like a good ending to me.
I'll never escape, I'll never leave, but this den, will be my soul's sieve and always, and forever, will filter good and bad...