Chapter Text
1/3
These halls smell like ass. I hope the person who ripped it gets tripped down specifically the western hall stairwell.
1/4
Asher told me, 'Maybe don't write concerning and also slightly threatening things in your journal? The division reads it for info on the recruitees.' which i find absurd, bothersome, and an intrusion of my privacy. I will have the person behind this dead by my hand.
1/16
I may have gotten in a slight bit of trouble for my previous entry
1/17
In the corridors of the sunlight division, it smells like petrichor and earth. For the moonlight, like the deepest underwater caves, fresh and untouched. Where i have been misfortunately placed, every place a step has been tread stinks of agony and sorrow. The fading wings of an angel find themselves curling in on nothing but rot. The velvet lining the stay of the rotten this angel speaks of soaks in the misery and blood of those unfortunate enough to plead for forgiveness.
1/20 I do not like this Asher. Nor his bothersome sister. I also do not like his panther aquantance.