This is Yuka. I just finished reading the journal entry I started about two months ago, and I am both confused and slightly horrified. Let me start from when I woke up. Upon waking up, I was greeted by a team of medics and investigators asking me all sorts of questions. They asked me things like what were the catacombs like? What happened to the rest of the team with me? Pretty much everything they asked I couldn't answer. I don't remember any of it happening, and as far as I was aware, none of it happened. Mr. McClure said that I was tasked to investigate a black market illegal flask operation in the south and to retrieve some pictures of some of the writing on the ruin walls near the entrance to the catacombs. However, I was brought back by a man and a young girl, and was told that I was alone. I didn't believe anything anyone was saying until I opened up my journal. In it was my handwriting, and my approval of a video transcription, which means this was authentic. I read through it all, and frankly, I was bewildered. It really was done by me, but I have zero recollection of going through the utter madness transcribed. The last memory I have is being told about the gnore flasks, and that there's a potential operation down south. Nothing else, oh and that my birthday was two days ago, well, two months ago now. I thought long and hard on what could've caused the video transcription to spit out such horrors, and I came to the logical conclusion that during the investigation I was most likely drugged during the operation with a gnore flask, maybe in my sleep, I'm not sure. We were probably attacked at some point and drugged, the men were killed and I was saved by the two kind people. Last thing I can't explain is why I would start a video transcription. Maybe I started it just before we were attacked? God who knows, I'm just happy I don't remember any of it.
While thinking to myself, there were two knocks on my door saying I have been delivered a package.
Yuka: "A package huh, I don't remember ordering anything, what could it be?"
It was a small gift package, written on the side it said, "To: Yuka Portsworth, from:" It was anonymous, I opened it up, inside was a little throwing star made of, I think some kind of animal bone? It was interesting, it had a small inscription on one of the edges of the blades. It read, "Be sure to throw at the ones you hate"
The End.