Letters to Oneself
13 / 07 / 10XX
I got another job. This should put you at ease, right? Told you I wasn't gonna end up unemployed for long. You always worry way too much. Sounds like easy work, I'm not ending in a battlefield for once. A pretty long one too. Just have to guard an entrance and handle some packages. The place's not terribly small though, seems like I'll have some colleagues. The pay seems a little high, but I'm in no position to turn down an offer like this. Money's money after all. Guess I'll be away for a while longer. A shame, I know. Anyway, the place's some kind of lab. Oh, right, I'm in Columbia at the moment. The coffee here is damn awful. The place, right. The name they gave me rings a bell but maybe I'll get a bonus if I don't ask questions. They seem like the sort to value discretion. And it's not something you need to know either, so I'll keep that to myself.
Not like you'll read this anyway. Yeah, I've started to write some letters for myself. I'll make sure to be a bit more polite in the one I send you, so cut me some slack here and forgive my ramblings. My therapist told me I should try and keep a diary once, but diaries are stupid. A string of letters should work just fine too though.
Bet he'd be proud of me, had he not hanged himself.
Until next time then.
14 / 08 / 10XX
This is surprisingly boring. We're around a dozen here, at least of those hired on the market like me. We've got a, how to call it, a supervisor making sure we don't mess up. Nothing much really happens. The facility is underground, but we don't go there. No, we stay in the facade built on top to not attract much attention. Can't even leave, but the place's big enough to take some walks. This explains why the contract came with an nda, I guess. At first I thought they were making drugs down there, but something doesn't really add up for that. We receive some cargos every now and then. Supplies, some kind of medicines, and other stuff I'm better off not knowing about. We inspect them, make sure nothing's wrong, the boss checks them too and then we send it down. None of us ever saw how it's like downstairs, but seems like nobody cares either. Had to chase away a few thugs on some nights, this isn't exactly the most respectable part of the city, but that's all.
We also inspect a few things that get sent up before sending them on their way to who knows where. Mostly just mail. I don't think I've ever seen anyone come up from down there. Whatever it is they're doing, the pay must be hella nice to get them to stay holed up for weeks on end underground. Staying holed up out here is bad enough.
I nearly sent you the wrong letter by mistake, you know. I'll be more careful.
Hope you're still doing fine on your part.
22 / 08 / 10XX
Something must have happened down there. Last week they sent up a bag. No need to ship it anywhere, nor to check it. Just gotta get rid of it. The boss had two of us help him. Bet he paid them extra to keep their mouths shut, because they refused to tell us anything after coming back. I didn't even see the bag myself, it all happened so quickly.
Five, maybe six days ago they sent up another. I wasn't on shift though, which is a pretty way to say I was sleeping. Kinda on the job I guess, but whatever.
Then yesterday another one arrived, and I happened to be close enough to get called by the boss.
That was a body bag.
Or so I would've thought, but then again it was too small. No way a person could fit inside there, unless they chopped them up to pieces. Which might've been the case honestly, considering how it felt when I lifted it up. But it was kinda light, too light to be a person. Wondered if maybe they'd harvested their organs or something, but not even an hollowed corpse would be that light. The boss drove us to a nearby landfill. They have an incinerator there, and we threw the bag right into it. He handed me an extra check on the way back to keep quiet about it. Seems pretty paranoid if you ask me but hey, who am I to turn down some extra cash.
16 / 09 / 10XX
I snuck out to get some fresh air last week. I wasn't the first one. We cover for each other. Staying inside for this long is bad on the nerves. I actually think the boss knows, but I guess that's not a problem since we don't know anything about whatever it is they're doing. Works fine for me.
The bags stopped coming, but for some reason I can't shake off this bad feeling. The others are getting kinda restless too. We've been here two months now, and still nobody has even gone up or down a single time. We check some packages every now and then, make sure nobody unwanted wanders in, and that's that. I shouldn't think about it, but... what are they even doing down there?
19 / 09 / 10XX
Now would you look at that, someone finally showed up from downstairs. Someone of the security, for sure. I've seen my fair share of weapons, been a mercenary for quite some years now, and I can tell that guy had some mighty fine equipment on him. Oh, right, never told you I'm a merc. Sorry. I was saying? Right. I might be no expert but I'm not some amateur either. That guy had almost military grade stuff on him. I think we might've gotten involved in...
... nothing. They don't pay me to think.
Anyway, this guy came up and said they need one of us to come down for... some time. They'll pay double. We don't really get many chances to spend our pay already, I'm sure we'd get even less occasions down there, but that's still quite the sum. As for why, apparently someone down there called it quits and left.
That's a load of crap, let me tell you. Nobody came up. Only another lone bag.
It was one larger than usual, admittedly. But that doesn't mean anything.
Anyway, they wanted someone soon, very soon, but not like right away. Some of us backed off, the rest decided to settle it with a game of cards. Guess I'm not the only one who got lured by the double pay. Who would've thought.
Anyway, I won at the end.
Down I go.
20 / 09 / 10XX
I once thought they were making drugs down here. Well, if that's the case then this is the largest drug factory I've ever seen. And the damn cleanest too. I know jack all about science and stuff, but what I'm seeing here sure looks expensive. Well, what little of it I could see. Didn't really get a tour around the base. The place is also huge. Way larger than the puny decoy built above it. Just the elevator trip to get here took nearly ten minutes. I see lots of people in lab coats going around. How the hell did they get this thing going?
The security guys are professionals. More than me at least, that's for sure. They even check everything that goes up and comes down. I guess they wanted them all down here and settled for us thugs to guard the door. We're way less conspicuous. Then again, since they make controls here too we were probably more like scarecrows. But why do they even need security like this, if the cover is so good? Nobody tried to sneak in a single time in over two months. Are they guarding criminals or what?
Anyway, I said the place is huge but that's because I saw a map hanged on the wall. Seems like the facility has a few stupidly large rooms that take up most of the space. I shouldn't wonder what they're used for.
I had to hand over my equipment too. Could keep the rest of my belongings, just had to drop my weapons. Honestly, fair. Also had to sign another contract, but I feel like I didn't really have a choice anymore at that point. Then they told me what my new job was, and you wouldn't believe it. I didn't either, at first.
I had to look after a child.
Me, a damn nanny.
22 / 09 / 10XX
I'm still here, I guess. These letters won't get sent at all, buried in a drawer in my little corner of this hole, but a part of me thinks the ones I do send up might not actually reach you either. I hope I'm wrong though. Most of the lab coats here seem on edge all the time, and I guess that rubbed off to some of the security personnel too. I understand them. I was getting used to staying indoors all the damn time, but down here I can't even tell if it's day or night without a clock.
I mentioned a child, right. And...
... I don't like how things are turning out.
There's this child, alright. She's a little feline. White hair, hemerald eyes, short. She must be around ten. Maybe twelve at most. She has this white dress on, and nothing else. Not even shoes. But that's if we stick to clothing.
She has a shock collar on. I've seen one of those models once. Gotta be a real nasty piece of trash to get one put on you. Even a nastier one to be the one putting it on others. They hurt like hell when turned on. I don't want to know what a little girl like her could've possibly done to deserve wearing one. And she has something else attached to her wrists, some kind of metal band. Her arms and ankles too. There's some sort of gear latched to her head. All with padlocks to keep them on. And then there are these... black pieces of metal floating behind her back. Gotta be something related to Arts, but I don't think she controls them. She can't even lie on her back because of those, she has to sleep on her side.
They told me to look after her when the lab guys don't need her. That by itself already sounds bad, but the way nobody here seem to want to get anywhere near her is...
... I disgress. I shouldn't worry about that. I'm here for the money.
Anyway, I look after her until they come to pick her up. Usually two lab guys and some security. Then I wait until they bring her back and resume looking after her. She's quiet, damn quiet.
Whoever designed her room is sick. No, screw the nice words. That's a damn cell. She has a bed, a table, a chair, a toilet and a shower. Nothing else. And it's all behind bars. The other half of the room -my half I guess, though it's more like my three fourths of it- isn't that much better, but I do get privacy. Normal sheets, toilet and shower are in a small separate bathroom. A small video player. A desk too. I don't even have the keys to her cell, if something happens I have to push a button and someone should arrive soon enough. There's a small hole I pass her food through. Guess I'll have to hand her a change of clothes every now and then, too. She has no privacy, and I mean it. The furniture is all bolted in place, and even the damn sheets are transparent. There is nothing she can hide behind. I have to turn around whenever she has to use the toilet or takes a shower, but I get the feeling nobody here would complain if I stared instead.
Ugh. Fuck this.
I tried to strike up a conversation on the first day. She asked me what it's like outside. Honestly, I didn't really know what to answer, so I told her it was still the same as usual.
She said she doesn't remember what the usual was like.
Coming from a child, that's some pretty horrible sense of humor.
I don't have much more freedom than her either, you know. I'm always stuck in this room doing nothing. At least they have a tons of movies in the library to kill some time. I asked the guys who came to pick her up why the guy before me quit, and they just shrugged their shoulders. One of them went a bit pale.
That bothers me, but whatever. They must be really busy down here, if they couldn't even spare someone to sit around all day watching after a child who doesn't really seem to need a caretaker in the first place.
01 / 10 / 10XX
I don't know what they're doing with her, and I don't want to know. It's none of my business. But the child's been looking less... alive by the day.
Her eyes are becoming dull.
I tried to talk to her again. I tried a few times already but, even when she does answer, our conversations go nowhere. She asks the same questions every few days. Hoping for a different answer, I guess. Today she also asked if I could take her out of here. Of course I can't do that. I'm not one to sugarcoat things, so I told her just that. Then she asked me if I'd seen her brother. I didn't even know she had one. Don't even know if he's there.
She didn't like that answer either. She spent the night sitting in the corner of her... room.
... this has nothing to do with me.
Wish I could see the sky every now and then.
10 / 10 / 10XX
She has started to refuse her food. I brought it up with the higher ups -I guess that's what the lab guys are- and they told me to force her to eat. Have you ever tried forcing a child to eat? I don't mean convincing a brat to finish their vegetables. I mean having to shove the food down their throat and make them swallow. That's what I had to do. What I have to do, every day, because she doesn't want to eat anymore. She hasn't been showering that much either lately, but I won't be giving any feline child a bath against their will untill they tell me loud and clear I have to. And now I have to sleep while she's away, not at night. They want me to keep an eye on her when she's asleep.
This... is a safe job. I don't risk getting my head bolted or my legs blown up or my back stabbed. But I'll be damned if I found it any less unpleasant than a battlefield.
She had been ignoring me for the most part, but now she glares at me. I think that's the same way she looks at the guys that come to pick her up every day.
Nothing personal, child.
I'm here for the money.
14 / 10 / 10XX
Whatever it is they're doing with her, it's messed up. I don't know and I want to keep not knowing, but... they brought her back on a stretcher today. A weird one made to accomodate for the things floating behind her.
She was bleeding. From the mouth, the nose, even from the damn eyes. They'd put a gag on her, said it'd keep her from screaming too lound once the effect of the anesthetics ran out.
One of the lab coats commended me. Seems like they'd expected me to poke my nose around a bit by then. I like my nose too damn much to do that.
15 / 10 / 10XX
The last night has been hell. She woke up and had a breakdown. Would've woken me right up as well, had I not been awake to being with. Dragged me away from my movie. The metal straps on her started ringing like crazy, and the thing on her head lit up like a lighthouse. I think that device is an Arts suppressor. The fact they felt the need to put those on her while she also has a shock collar worries me. Anyway, she got off the stretcher and started to... I don't know. At first I thought she was trying to get those devices off herself, but then I realized she was clawing at her own head. Security arrived soon after and took her away.
Honestly, I'm glad she still had the gag on. Bet she'd have broke my eardrums otherwise. She was unconscious when they brought her back. When she woke up again, she curled up in a corner and didn't move.
16 / 10 / 10XX
I don't understand this child. When she woke up today she wasn't glaring at me anymore. And she asked me what it's like outside. Again. This is like the... tenth time by now?
We basically repeated the conversations we had since the first day. Is this an attempt at humor?
I still had to force the food down her throat though, since she still didn't want to eat. I don't understand why she looked so surprised. No way she could've forgotten that.
Guess what, she's glaring at me again now.
18 / 10 / 10XX
I think she might be starting to lose it.
I caught her talking to the air today, she was calling it... ******* or something. I didn't recognize the name she gave it -hell, I don't even know hers- but, if I had to guess, I think she's pretending her brother's there with her. Assuming she ever really had a brother to begin with. It's a sorry sight if I've ever seen one, but at least she seems to have relaxed somewhat. Maybe also because they didn't pick her up yesterday. She started eating by herself again. Heard her take a damn long shower too.
... this has basically turned into a diary, hasn't it?
I can hear my therapist laughing from the grave.
19 / 10 / 10XX
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck it. What the fuck.
She was unconscious when they brought her back today. That's... fine, in itself, but god fucking damn it. She was covered in blood. Absolutely drenched. And I swear that wasn't hers. No way she'd still be alive otherwise. And she wasn't even injured. So much blood. And bits of... I think those were organs? Flesh? Bones? I've seen my fair share of death but fuck it, I nearly threw up.
The two lab coats with her were... well. One was terrified. I could see it in his eyes. Almost expected to see him make a run for the door. But the other one scared me. The smile he had plastered on his face was not normal.
The security guys with them were angry. Really angry. Cursing at her. One even kicked her, and the smiling scientist lost his damn mind. Got no idea how she didn't wake up from all their shouting.
I... I think she killed one of theirs. But how, I have no idea. And I sure don't want to know, either.
They gave me a key to her cell, told me to throw her clothes away and wash her. Which is fair, I guess. She didn't wake up at all, thankfully, so I got it done rather quickly. Felt fuckin' awful getting all those bits of flesh and stuff off her. Can't imagine how much of an hassle it would've been with her awake, especially with those things floating behind her. Couldn't quite get the stench of blood off though.
And... I noticed something while scrubbing her hair. She has a scar on her head. Looks an awful lot like the one you have from yout appendectomy. But the location is just... did they open up her skull or something?
They brought me a change of clothes for her -all I've ever handed her clothing-wise have been white dresses and underwear- and I put her down on the beed.
Not sure I'll get to sleep much today.
20 / 10 / 10XX
She's pretty cheerful today, which wouldn't be unsettling at all if not for what I'd seen yesterday. She spends all her time talking with her imaginary brother. And when they came to pick her up, she almost seemed happy.
Maybe things are taking a turn for the better.
21 / 10 / 10XX
Fuck me and my god damned mouth. She was screaming when they dragged her back today. Screaming and kicking. I bet she'd have been punching too, had they not put her in a straitjacket.
A straitjacket for a child at most twelve of age.
They gave me a remote and told me they'd be replacing her food with something more simple to administer. Said the remote was in case she didn't want to cooperate. Guess fucking what, they brought in a bunch of syringes and left.
She didn't cooperate, of course. She was shouting at me the whole time. I bet she'd have cursed at me too, had she known the words. I tried to talk her into it but she refused to listen.
Honestly, whatever it is they were doing to her, I didn't want to find out. And I sure as hell didn't want to end up on their bad side either. So I used the remote.
Can't say I was surprised to see it turn on her shock collar. It didn't take long for her to calm down after that. Fucking longest four seconds of my life. I gave her the injections and that was it.
I just hope I'll manage to get some sleep after they take her away.
I still have her screams ringing in my ears.
... what am I even doing here?
25 / 10 / 10XX
It's been around a month since I came down here. Assuming I've been keeping count right. Not seeing the sky at all for this long is worse than I had expected.
Anyway, it's been a month.
They did away with the straitjacket soon enough. Bet the reason is not that I had to clean up after her inability to use the toilet in that state. I swear there are more metal bands latched to her now. Can't even see the skin of her neck anymore under all that crap. They even changed the gear on her head and the stuff floating behind her, though I couldn't tell what for even if my life depended on it.
I... still had to use the shock collars for a couple of days, but then she just started to ignore me. All she does is talk to the air, and not even as much as when she had started doing it.
She shudders whenever they come to pick her up, and falls asleep as soon as they bring her back. Sometimes she's already asleep when they return.
I asked one of them if they really needed me there. I wasn't doing much, after all.
One of them laughed in my face. The other said that yes, they needed me. I bet nobody else wants anywhere near her for any longer than necessary. With the way they avoid her, you'd think she had some horrible infectious disease on her or something.
... I'm here for the money.
Just for the money.
19 / 11 / 10XX
Things have... stabilized. She's not talking as much to the air lately. She just nods every now and then, but without much enthusiasm. She's taking her shots without making a scene.
She asked me if I could take her outside again. You can probably guess how that one went.
She looks around sometimes, as if searching for something. Her ears are standing right up when that happens. Maybe she's trying to listen on to something?
24 / 11 / 10XX
She stopped talking a couple of days ago. I'd gotten used to her voice at this point, what with her talking to herself and all that, so today I tried to start a conversation again. I looked through my letters -screw it- my diary for the name and asked her if she had a fight with ******* or something, since she wasn't talking with it -him I guess?- anymore. Indulging someone's fantasies isn't really my thing, but this isn't a normal situation anyway, and I figured it might help her cope or something.
I wish I had kept my mouth shut. She looked at me as if I had just spoken some nonsense. Then her expression changed, as if she had just... remembered something, realized something, I don't know.
She started crying.
It's been hours since then.
She's still crying.
26 / 11 / 10XX
I asked to leave this room. I have since long gone through all the movies they have here, at least twice. The nice onces I've even watched four or five times. I feel like I'm starting to go crazy, walking in circles with nothing to do. I wasn't expecting a yes, but they told me I could follow her out too as long as she wasn't going to the main lab. Maybe I've been here long enough they mistook me for one of theirs.
I'm not.
I don't care what they're doing, and I want nothing to do with it.
I'm here just for the money.
2 / 12 / 10XX
The past few days were... ugh.
They brought her to what they called the "test room n. four" or something a few days ago. Turns out that's one of the giant rooms I saw on the map. It was like an huge, empty storehouse. The only things inside there were the girl and some... well, things. Huge chunks of metal. They kinda looked like pillars, but there were some lights or things like that on them. Clearly high-tech stuff, or at least it looked like it. They had to be at least two meters tall, each. There were a few panels of glass to look inside the room from, though I couldn't see the lab coats inside any of them. They had to be somewhere else. Me, I was with some of the security guys. Can't say they're the friendliest bunch, but nothing unbearable either. I think that room had been used to test explosives at some point, given all the holes in the floor.
They had her lift those things up and move them around. They each had to weight... I don't know, a few tons I think. She didn't touch them at all, she didn't even move, but they told her to do it and she did it. They lighted up shortly before moving up in the air. The security guys around me snickered at my reactions.
Then they told her to move them all at once I think. There were five. The first two came up soon, but she clearly struggled with the third. The second one fell back down when she tried to lift the fourth. She never managed to get all five to float at the same time.
I think I saw her bleed a bit from an eye. Someone cheered for that blood.
5 / 12 / 10XX
Watching her... training has become part of my routine, I guess. This didn't help my sleep schedule at all, in more ways than one, but getting to move around sure helped my mental state. Or so I'd have liked, but whenever I see her lift one of those things around, the image of her covered in blood flashes back in my mind.
I think I understand now why they called one of us folks down to sleep in the same room as her, prison bars be damned.
She's been getting... less responsive. She was ignoring me already for the most part, but now she doesn't even react when I walk in to inject her her meals.
Eh, meals. As if those things could be called meals.
... what happens to her doesn't concern me. I'm here for the money.
I'm here for the money.
I'm here just for the money.
13 / 12 / 10XX
Now she's done it. I... can't say I'm really surprised though.
She tried to throw one of those metal things at us a couple of days ago. Well, not "us" us. At one of the windows. I bet they're one-way mirrors or something like that. Anyway, she turned around and one of those things bent at an alarming angle. It even started flying, but I guess they activated her shock collar because she fell to the floor. That room has some damn good soundproofing, but her screams still made their way to us. She managed to push the pillar a bit of the way, but it dropped pretty far away from her intended target.
Her screams stopped, and the thing came flying back up. The screams resumed. I walked out the third time that happened. I couldn't bear to watch.
Couldn't they use the Arts suppressor instead of the shock collar, at least?
I've been waiting in her room since then, but they still haven't brought her back. Just dropped by every now and then to give me my meals.
I wonder what weather we have today.
19 / 12 / 10XX
They brought her back.
I tried to talk to her. She... didn't seem to recognize me, somehow. I honestly expected her to ask me what it was like outside, or if I could bring her out, or something else we had already gone through a few times. But no.
She looked me dead in the eyes and told me she would kill me. Me and everyone else there. And she'd make it hurt.
Kids her age should never have this much hatred in them.
I want out of this.
Screw the money.
20 / 12 / 10XX
I can't get out. Told me I can't quit at this point. Guess the dude before me got himself killed somehow. I wish I could call myself surprised.
I no longer go to see her "training". Some of the security guys have warmed up to me somewhat though. Tell me a bit of what's going on in there. Random rumors going around the facility. One asked me if I wanted some smuggled cigarettes. They're not good conversations, but they help me keep my sanity down here. Guess that's how they're keeping theirs too.
Or maybe we all went mad long ago.
29 / 12 / 10XX
Thinking about it, these stopped being letters long ago, haven't they? Kinda feel like I've said that already.
Aahh, fuck it. I don't care about that. I'm just buying time.
I went to see her training again last week. Figured watching her in a less catatonic state than the one she falls into in her room might help me. Just my luck, I picked the day she nearly pulled it off. They'd settled for four pieces of steel rather than five during those sessions, it seems, but they were each... twice? Three times as big as the ones I saw the first time?
I'm buying time again.
I have no clue how she did it. She's a caster of some sort, that much I'd figured out long ago, but I thought her thing was making things float or fly around. But she just... the wall got torn open. As if a giant stuck their hands right into the metal and pulled it apart. A fucking two-meters-thick wall of reinforced steel, torn open like a can. All hell let loose then. I don't know what was more deafening, if the sirens blaring, the heavy-caliber crossbolts fired at her, the shouts all around me, the explosions -I guess there were some casters in the security too-, the... splashing sounds made by the people she tore apart with her arts, by those she crushed with those pillars, or... or her screams.
She was supposed to have an Arts suppressor on, but I guess it broke. Or maybe not. I've heard that those things don't work on strong enough casters. The shock collar was still on though. Oh, and it was also working at full power, it sure was.
I... hate to say that I was glad to see her drop to the ground. To say that there and then I couldn't think of her as a child. That I could only see her as some sort of... of monster tearing through its cage and the people in charge of it. I breathed a sigh of relief when she lost her senses. I guess the pain just got too intense.
They brought her back to her room today. They put her in some... metal contraption of sort. Her ears are plugged. Her mouth is shut. Her eyes are covered. She can't move her arms around, and she can barely walk too in that thing. Can't even move her tail, the poor thing is caught in the metal too. There are lights flashing all over the whole contraption. And a constant, buzzing noise coming from around her head. She's bleeding from every orifice of her head. They said that would stop as soon as she stopped trying to use her Arts without being told to. Guess they improved the suppressor.
They also told me they were preparing a new quarter for her.
31 / 12 / 10XX
They took her to some other place. I asked to keep watching over her, said I've got nothing else to do.
They probably think I've gone crazy.
Said they could still use the nanny though.
04 / 01 / 10XX
... I know nothing of what I've written will reach you, but let me apologize.
My apologies are worth less than nothing, but let me apologize.
To her, because I... I could have done something. I went along with everything with the excuse of it being a job, that I need the money, but this is wrong. This whole place is wrong. What's being done here is wrong. The people here are mad. I saw how she's being kept now. You've gotta be mad to put a child through this. And I'm not any better at this point. I could've at least tried to... I don't know. Fuck it, I don't know, but I did nothing. I tried to strike up a conversation a couple of times and patted myself on the back for it.
I'll see if I can change that. I'll try.
I had to leave my own equipment to them when I got here, but maybe I can get it back. Or steal it back. They seem to trust me to a degree now. I can't do anything against this many people, they're even better armed than me. But maybe she can. If I can just... get all that stuff off her somehow, maybe she can dig her way out of this place. She said she wanted to kill all of us. I pray she will succeed. If worse comes to worst and I can't let her loose, I will kill her myself. Spare her from whatever else they want to do to her. Death can't be worse than what she'll be going through otherwise.
I apologize to you too. For all the lies I said over the years. I never told you what my real job was. You wouldn't stand my being a mercenary. But merc jobs pay well, dangerous as they might be.
... maybe you do know though. You're no idiot. But it doesn't matter anymore.
Wether I succeed or not, I won't be able to pay for your treatment anymore. I know it's expensive, but you'll have to make do on your own somehow. Well, I guess I haven't helped you pay for it for a while already though. I got my pay regularly, but I have no clue wether the money I sent you from down here really made it to you. I hope at least the money I sent you last time were enough for...
... for fucking what. They weren't. They never were.
I'm sorry.
Goodbye.
We don't know why exactly these letters were preserved by the staff. Given where they were discovered and based on what little we know of the planimetry of the lab, the most likely answer is that the personnel simply didn't get rid of anything inside that room, be it due to lack of care or some other reason. Not much was left of the Loken Watertank laboratory but, from what little we could gather, the collapse of the facility dates to at least eight months after the last letter we could find. Due to the time gap, it is highly unlikely that the author of these letters had any real connection to the incident that led to the destruction of the laboratory. The description of the child in this story and of her Arts both match hers, so we can infere that the author also failed to kill the test subject.
All attempts at identifying the author failed.
All investigations suspended until future notice.
Access to all files related to the investigation is to be restricted. Access granted exclusively to *** ********, ***** and *** ******.
Maylander... I hate to admit it, but our foundation isn't equipped to care for someone like her. I think most of us here don't even want to take care of her in the first place, they just want her gone. But I know a place that might take her in. Even help her perhaps.
Signed, *** ********
Thank you for reading.
