Journal One

10.12 AM : Sun blazes through the room's window. Have no idea what happenned last night, or everything. Strangely, I can still read and write. There's a book in my bedside. The cover said "Sigmund Corporation". The rest is empty, but I found a pen. New book it is.
And their breakfast is awful.

12.00 AM : Somebody entered the room. She introduced herself as Petra Blackwaters. She's one of the lead researcher and I lost track. I just kinda pay attention to her boobs jiggling as she moves and explain everything. After half an hour of rambling she gave me an envelope. She said to not open it until she asked him to.

1.40 PM : I dropped the pen under my bed. Tried to grab it, but the pen glows a dim gray and rolled to my hand. Weirdo. Whatever, got the pen back. Their lunch is somewhat decent compared to the breakfast. Hell, what was they're thinking when they put that thing in? It tastes like Death cums and they serves it.

2.20 PM : Okay. I was doing some stretching outside of bed, and whippy do the fuck my journal glows gray and fucking launches at me! This room's insane. Curious as fuck about the envelope Petra gave me.

3.00 PM : Petra came. She's a bit agitated. She said to stop doing the thing, but I don't know what. Women are weird creatures. After that she asked me how well I am, is anything wrong/hurts, etc. I said no to everything except my apparent inability to remembering stuffs. She wrote it and left.

6.55 PM : Dinner's here! Still awful, but not as awful as breakfast. Their soup is decent, but everything else is not.

7.43 PM : Heard a huge fucking boom outside of my room. What in the fucking what? This place is insane.

11.55 PM : Another big fucking boom. What's wrong with this place? Sleepy as fuck. Gonna go sleep.