Dear Diary,
It is now 11:00 pm. These graves frighten me. Ever since we made it to the tombs, I’ve felt this dark force shadow over me. My master hath been gone for quite a while now. I fear something terrible has happened to him. Footsteps. I hear footsteps. The footsteps are getting louder. Someone’s approaching. Why did my master have to bring us here? I have a feeling something very bad is going to happen. I shall warn my master at once.
*5 minutes later*
I’ve finally gotten the courage to put my pen to paper. The screams I have just heard. What has happened to my master? Is he the civilian that shrieks pain? I feel as if a spirit has just been awakened and put to rest at the same time. Do I dare approach the tombs in which my master explores? I doth not. I have been given strict orders to stand aloof. But what if master needs my help? Do I follow orders? So many decisions. My mind hath gone mad. Oh Lord, please insure my master hath not been slain. How will thy live with no master? Shall I run and never look back? No, I must be loyal and obey Master Paris, no matter the cost. If there is one thing I live for, it is to insure my master’s happiness. Thy bond and thy promise shath not be broken. Oh please Lord. Please insure his safety.
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