I have made a grave mistake. Even as I write this log, the chills of the past day have frozen my spine and brought bile to the back of my throat. I hate myself for being so foolish. I should have seen it sooner. The strange men; the unusual 'statistics. His stories just not adding up. This 'Jake' Is no man; but something far more sinister. And yet I can't help falling deeper in love. I know I will have to reset the timeline again somehow in a moment; but this time it is not my fault.

Before I went to sleep last night the world experienced glitching to a level even I have never seen before. The sky turned into a red-lined grid, buildings become transparent, and everyone appeared almost like they were…dead. Shadows moving as if entities, and more of those unusual symbols. I cried, clutching my pillow at this new level of madness. And the screams! If shrill inhuman beeps can even be considered such. My night has been filled with horrific nightmares. I saw this 'Eienzo' communicating with Even, acting more like scientists than simple teachers.

Perhaps that sounds normal, but the room was like nothing on school premises. It was a large grey walled room, no windows or doors; lined with computers and water-filled tanks. There was another man there, apparently the leading director. He was an intimidating bald old man, with fiery amber eyes. Perhaps that part was just a figment of my imagination. But that does not explain the out-of-place shadowy silhouette in the background, of a roughly 6ft tall man with pure yellow eyes.

The last I remember was my dream self-walking toward this figure as the room turned black. It was then I realised it not to be a shadow, but some humanoid being with incredibly dark skin. He seemed so familiar, and yet so unnervingly alien.

The next morning; everything seemed normal. But this was just to be the beginning. I began my breakfast in the usual way, My father reading the paper.

"Disgusting." He spat, likely at something he was reading. "Someone should find this sorry excuse for a man and put him to the chair." He continued. Those words were Jarring. I had never even thought that my father would speak in such a manner.

"That sounds harsh even for you, Darling." My mother piped up, cleaning the dishes.
"Perhaps for the usual bread-n-butter crook, yes. But what I'm reading here is somethin' else. Says here they found a body in the street in the wee hours of the morning. Well, least they think that's what it is. The reporter has written here that the corpse was but a mangle of pulped flesh and bone, as if someone molded the poor person like clay. DNA report is still pending-but the family will be first to know I guess."

What. The. Hell?! That must have been a result of last nights malfunction, I thought at the time. Though deep down I think I already knew of one other possibility-but I daren't admit it until now. I quickly finished eating my breakfast and rushed to school early, making my excuses about meeting with friends. I was the first one there.

I found Evan in the car park, vaping. He didn't seem the slightest bit surprised to see me. He beckoned me over.
"Good morning. Monika, is it not?" He greeted with a faint smile. I nodded, carefully analysing him. After last night, I didn't trust him one bit.
"Ah yes, I have heard a great deal about your…capabilities. Not all of them academic of course." He chuckled, and then his tone changed to a cold whisper. "I'd be careful if I were you. You aren't the only one around here that saw that 'problem' with true eyes. I'm investigating the cause on my own terms; but I fear you may be the only one can resolve this mess."
I opened my mouth to speak, but he pressed his finger to his lips.
"We really should not speak of it. When the time Is right I will share with you any research I have gleaned. In the meantime-watch your back. And don't take your eyes off of him."

I told myself I didn't Know who Evan was referring to. I convinced myself that this was all a glitch. However, it would soon dawn on me that this new 'developer' was not the only one pulling stings in this game. I stood there in the car park for a while, making small talk with Evan. You wouldn't have thought it by his appearance; but he's a real cat person.

Time passed quickly; and soon it was time for class. First and second period were pretty forgettable, standard lessons. At Lunch I met with the literature club. Sayori wasn't in today, likely ill. But ? He was super off. He barely spoke, said he had received some bad news that he didn't want to talk about. Foolishly; I tried to hug and console him. His body was cold as ice, mirroring his response to me. He didn't push me off, he just stared. Half looking through me, his expression silently crying for help I couldn't give.

I don't remember much after that; namely due to my mind being preoccupied with worries and theories. I gave him the benefit of the doubt; feared that perhaps he just lost his grandpa. He didn't attend the Literature club that day; and in my stupidity I stalked him. He didn't go home, as I expected. He rounded a corner and ran with purpose; so fast I could barely keep up.

Eventually he darted into the local police station, and as I too entered; the doors into the station proper and been busted open with the force of a truck. Inside were muffled sounds of a scuffle. I cautiously made my way further in; following a trail of blood. The penny finally dropped when I stepped over the bodies of several police officers, bloodied and mauled to mush, bones protruding from shattered ligaments.

Sure enough; the devastation grew more desperate and extreme the further I travelled. I paused at the room he had entered. The coroner's office. I could here sobbing. I couldn't bring myself to enter, so I used my third eye to look ahead. The room was ominously dark. But there he was, Crying on the mangled body featured in the morning paper. He was holding a bloodied red bow in his hands.
"I…it's all my fault, Isn't it"

I couldn't believe my ears. I refused. But the evidence was all there. But I was foolish. Instead of stepping in, I fell back into my old habit. Delete and move on. Was I truly so desperate for love?