Entry #1
We got a strange delivery today in the facility. About 17 children (ranging from ages 7-14) were sent to us, usually we got kids that had visible "Unnatural" features but these bunch were normal looking. No signs of uncontrollable powers on them whatsoever.
Wonder what got them in here.
Entry #2
It was my turn to take charge over the new batch of kids, and honestly, I still have no idea why they were sent to us. They're so nice and playful!...Though that's probably because of their meds.
Entry #3
I asked my superiors today about the kids, they said that information is classified and that they are extremely dangerous, that I should not let my guard down.
C'mon! They're just a bunch of normal kids! There can't be anything wrong with them 3
*All of the other entries were just random stuff. But then you reach Entry #21
Entry #21
Something serious just happened today...
*You see that the handwriting looked a bit sloppy, like the writer was frightened
One of my co-workers j-just lost an ENTIRE arm. They said they forgot to give one of the kids their meds today...They said that she, Flora, the little girl with honey brown hair who has always been the gentlest of the bunch, was the one who tore off their arm...How's that possible?! How can an eight year old have that kind of strength!?
Entry #22
I brought my journal with me today, coincidentally the power shut off and all of the subjects ran from their rooms. The power is on and everyone's now trying to find the subjects, especially the kids. My superiors placed them as an extreme danger and told everyone to be extremely cautious if they were to encounter them. Though I think it's a bit over kill to have a tranquilizer gun as a defense against them...
*The next paragraph was messy, like the writer was running
Ohgod Ohgod Ohgod! I-I-I just saw G-Gantlos murder someone! H-He ripped off their spinal cord from behind before do-doing the same to their HEAD! Is this what they're really like when their off the meds?
I need to hide; I need a safe place...
Okay, I found some boxes to hide in; maybe I can stay in here until this whole mess clears up...Just what the hell are those kids?
I hear footsteps...No...the sound of claws clicking against the tile floor...I peek out of the box a bit to see something black and pink...I hear it sniffing the air...
PleasedontfindmePleasedontfindmePleasedontfindmePleasedontfindm-
*...The rest of the page is splattered in dried up blood...
*Gulping fearfully, you rise up your head and look through the glass window to see a bunch of children, ranging from ages 7-14, play together. One of the kids saw you; he had light brown-orange hair and glasses. The boy smiles before going off to play...
*It was your turn to take care of the demon children today...Hopefully you wouldn't die like the many others before you...