Gone

Olivia’s journal is gone. I don’t know what happened to it, I DIDN’T misplace it. It’s just… not here anymore. And without it, I have no hope of defending myself…

Am I losing my mind? I don’t really know anymore… Is this in my head?

No. It can’t be.

No.

Olivia’s journal is gone. Vanished from its place under a pile of my stuff. I didn’t misplace it. I didn’t touch it.

It’s gone.

And with it go my hopes of defending myself from whatever is following me…

Alone?

I think I can say with certainty now that Olivia wasn’t suffering from a mental breakdown. I feel so alone. The same way Olivia must have felt…

Nothing is okay right now. I heard something on Olivia’s recorder that makes no sense whatsoever, but… she wasn’t crazy. I can say that with certainty. It wasn’t a mental breakdown. And now, according to the woman who owns Lunar (if she can be believed and isn’t just messing with my head) I’m next.

I don’t have anyone to go to. I can’t bring this up with my friends. I feel so alone…