A/N: I'm suffering a very strange dilemma. See, II feel like I might be getting burnt out. But the thing is, I'm not forcing myself to write.

My brain demands I write. I keep getting new ideas for scenes popping in my brain, and I write them.

Though, I feel like the quality may be beginning to dip, I want no time off. I don't know. Perhaps I am simply having an off day.

Entry two.

Today's date is Scabuary 1st. Please disregard the date of my last entry.

I asked Amity for the date a few minutes ago. Evidently the calendar on the desk hasn't been touched for a long time…My first clue should've been the fine layer of dust that'd built up.

It's around…3 in the afternoon, I think.

I spent all night composing my letter for Hunter.

I must've gone through a baker's dozen sheets of paper trying to write it. Draft after draft, I couldn't compose the feelings in my heart into words on paper. I don't know what to do. I don't know what I did.

But I expect I'll find out in due time.

Regardless, I eventually settled on a draft that…Wasn't good, per se, but it was the best I could do. Exhaustion was overtaking me, anyways.

I eventually fell asleep just as the sun was rising. My sleep was poor, perhaps a result of the dream I had. I hesitate to call it a nightmare, no monsters chased me or anything like that.

In fact, I hesitate to call it anything. There were a million figures crowded around me. But I was not able to make out anyone's face, nor understand their voices.

Eventually, Amity woke me up to ask if I wanted breakfast. A cold sweat in the crick of my neck, my whole body tense.

I declined breakfast, for the moment. Perhaps a bad idea, but I feel I need to do something to earn my keep at the moment. After all of the kindness she has shown me, it's the least I can do.

Though, when I refused, she asked if it was because I had a 'sensitive stomach.' I want to say no, but my stomach did churn at the thought of most of the dishes she spoke of.

Even though I declined, she brought me a plate of eggs. She said from a Gripphon. It was a strange experience. I hate the smell, the texture, and the taste of eggs, but my stomach had no problem keeping them down. Perhaps I might have to get used to them.

Despite my reservations, I do appreciate that Amity's concern for me. I trust her fully, even if she doesn't me. I consider her a friend, and friends are worth their weight in gold.

Speaking of trust, I gave her the letter and requested she bring it to my nephew. I even purposely left it unsealed, if she wished to read it herself.

Well, after breakfast, I explored the Manor a bit. It has two floors, a basement, and an attic. It's quite spacious, and the views it has of the moon are spectacular. It's staffed by several guards, sort of…sludge monsters? I didn't get the chance to ask about them. I can only hope they're man-made creations.

I attempted to sneak out- well, okay. I just tried to leave through the front door, but one of the monsters would not let me leave. I can only assume Amity, or perhaps one of her parents, ordered them to keep me in here.

Even if it's for my own good, I still feel as a bird smashing against the bars of its cage.

Perhaps it's a fool's errand to chase the sins of my past. The fact they're trying to hard to hide it from me proves it was not pretty. But it would be cowardly to bury head in the and pretend I'm a new man.

I feel myself stuck at this crossroads. Do I live for nothing, or burn for something?