Date: Sometime in May
Location: My Cell
I suppose I'm going to start this entry by stating that I am quite aware of the pointlessness of stating my time and location. I have not seen the sky since I was imprisoned here and there is no obvious way to keep track of the time. After a few what I assume to be days here though, I was able to figure out that the guards patrols take them around 4 hours to complete. Now my only way of keeping tracking time is by keeping track of those who keep me confined in this place, the irony of it is not lost on me.
Normally one would introduce himself when writing a letter such as this, but as I don't expect anyone to ever read this. These words I scratch out on this shred of toilet paper will likely go unread by all and never be known by any. Yet despite my knowledge of this, and even more my acceptance of it, I cannot resist this urge to write. It seems despite my captor's best efforts, a small bit of hope remains within me.
When I was first brought here the warden told me with a grin that by time I left this place, no one would know me or even remember my name. I must admit such thoughts do little to me; the Empire of Britannia has taken everything else from me it seems fitting that they should take my name as well.
Once again I am set up and indeed enabled with all the reasons in the world to let myself sink in the black abyss that is despair. I see other prisoners who have fallen into such a place. Their gazes are haunting to behold, they stare as if everything has become the same and show no expression to anything, not even the beatings from the guards gets any response of them. They are like the living dead, no hope for their future and no care to think of their past. Yet I cannot find myself to be like them any way. I have no logical reason for this, I simply feel that there is something more for me in this life and that I would regret it if I should simply allow myself to die here.
So I write, for what reason and purpose I know but perhaps one day you who are reading this will read and understand or learn something from these writing I have made.
After who knows what the future shall hold? The possibilities are infinite.