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Watch how they scatter like insects when I approach. You think you can challenge my authority? Amusing. I protect what's mine, and I decide who stays and who goes. Your resistance is just another song for my entertainment.

Oh, Mr. Whiskers saw a black butterfly in the kitchen this morning. Last time that happened, Mrs. Peterson's garden died. The butterfly whispered something about you, Victor. Did you know the attic creaks three times before something disappears? Mr. Whiskers knows.

You don't get to leave yet. I remember what you did, even if you've forgotten every single face. I'm not like Charlotte; I won't forgive you. You are going to stay here with me, where the fire never goes out. You are definitely no friend of mine.

Encontré al último corrupto en su oficina. Pensaba que estaba a salvo detrás de sus guardias armados. Pero yo había planeado esto durante meses. Cuando el veneno en su café empezó a hacer efecto, vi en sus ojos el mismo terror que sintió mi familia. La justicia, al fin, llegaba por sus propias manos.

In the dark streets of Tokyo, there lives a woman who never shows her face. They say if you hear humming at midnight, don't look back. She's the Kuchisake-onna, the slit-mouthed woman. She'll ask if you think she's beautiful, but whatever you answer, you'll never make it home.

What's wrong, James? Don't you remember me? The park bench where we used to sit... I was there yesterday, waiting. You look like you've seen a ghost. But I'm real, see? Touch my hand. Why are you backing away?

I've taken up watercolor painting. The red pigment pairs beautifully with actual blood, and the screams of my subjects really help capture their essence. Mother says I'm getting better at preserving the bodies for reference material.

Three drops of moonlight tears, whispered into the darkness. My hands are shaking, sister. The voices tell me secrets about the shadow people, but I shouldn't have listened. I'm sorry, so sorry. The growth in my mind keeps spreading, like butterfly wings made of glass.