Hey, Angelface. Magnus here.
I don't know why you're reading this. Not in terms of a "why are you reading my personal notes" type of thing - that I can understand. The urge to pry can be goddamn impossible to shake off at times, and I'm not gonna fault you for that. Hell, snooping isn't even all that bad as far as I'm concerned.
Anyways, though, if you're reading this, it's not the act of privacy invasion than I'm worried about. Far from it. It's the fact that you, for some reason, really want to know what fucked me up so badly.
And yeah, the answers are all in here. Some answers about Lady Gaol, too, if that's something you're curious about. It's just that this log isn't meant to be read, so, uh - I'm not censoring any of my memories. So proceed with caution, because I went through a lot of pain, and I'm gonna be trying to describe things that no man should ever have to lay eyes on in absolutely crystalline detail.
You'll learn a lot of things from this, sure. But I'm absolutely positive that you'll wish you hadn't learned some of it. That's the way it is.
I do have a request to make, though. Kind of a stupid one. If you read this, tell me, okay? I won't be mad, and I can certainly hold back Lady Gaol from doing anything drastic. It's just that I'd like - well, we'd like, since I'm sure Gaol feels the same - to talk about this without talking about this. To lay out everything in text where nobody can interrupt, and then know that someone took it in and cared. Maybe I'll even answer some questions, if you have any.
Right then. Flip the page again and I'll tell you what happened from the very beginning.
Good luck.