When I awoke, the pain I felt from being hit by Lindow's weapon had faded. The only feeling left in me was anger. Anger at how weak I am, and how hard it is to adapt to all these new things in my life. It was clearly short lived, and any memories clues of my life before must be connected to that warehouse. It took me time to fully understand why I accepted things as they come, but maybe I am lost and want someone to guide me. Nothing in this world makes sense.

Am I some kind of creature like those Aragami, or something else? Dr. Paylor has no idea, and I don't either. Everything just seems to be getting harder and harder to understand. The strange need to destroy the place I now reside in, the anger at this secrecy, and anger at myself for struggling to understand even the most basic concepts about those tablets.

How does the doctor expect me to do anything when I can barely keep up with his expectations? I have been here no longer than a month at best. I am left to learn things on my own, yet he seems to be busy with other things that it feels like asking him too many questions would feel rude.

I hate feeling useless. Even though I try, this deal feels incredibly one sided. I know he risked so much for me but looking at everything makes me want to yell and break things. Then the fact that I feel it getting hard to relate to people. They can eat, yet I don't feel hungry. They drink water yet I don't need to. I feel like a monster, yet I try so hard to fit in. I can read people's emotions, smell their sweat, hear their hearts beating, and feel like sinking my teeth into them.

The need to devour has been growing, and there are times I end up biting my own arm in my sleep, not understanding why. I hate this. Then there is that thirst. It refuses to go away. It has begun to creep on me again, making me want to attack any person I see. I can control it, but I can feel Dr. Paylor looked at me uneasily. If only I hadn't lost those strange tear shaped objects.

I just hope Dr. Paylor made the right decision in having me brought here. Otherwise, I fear that I might do something I will regret. Regardless, I need to apologize for getting so angry. I know Lindow must have been afraid. I really don't know how strong and fast my swings are. Everything seems to move in slow motion whenever I begin fighting. Perhaps I should tell him about this. He is a doctor and they seem to know a lot.