May 23

They’ve decided I’ve done enough training. The encounter with The Whispers proved that even in this facility the Fears will come after me, so they might as well make good use of me.

Great. I’m like a new toy for them to play with. 

Wow that sounds wrong… It’s clearly been way too long since I got laid if that’s where my mind’s going. Funny how you forget about things like that when your life is under constant threat from inter-dimensional murderers with superpowers. And freaks in suits.

Briefing is tomorrow. They’re moving me to another room since the gas hasn’t cleared out of my old one yet. I don’t know what it was, but apparently the gas isn’t safe for humans.

Or birds.

The suits are letting me out of the facility to bury them. At least they have some decency left.