What the hell happened. I was sitting here all peaceful at home and then I just get... sucked here? Some random Victorian city with a bunch of monsters and blood and shit? I don't think this is gonna end well. Getting flashbacks to when I first got the app... except this time I might be handling it better? Ha. I mean, fuck, Zee told me to start writing down my thoughts to try to keep them all sorted out, right?

But it doesn't change what's happening. I was supposed to meet her. In the city. I wasn't supposed to leave and she sure as hell didn't tell me about any of this. Would make it all way easier if she had, but fuck me for thinking I had this all figured out, huh.

I wish it didn't feel like I was supposed to be here. I knew my destiny back home. Hell, I fulfilled it! But now the universe is telling me that there's more to my story. To A2's story. God, A2. Sorry. I know you aren't really here. I know you're just memories. I don't think anyone ever really got that when I was so full of myself on it. Maybe they thought I was crazy for caring about your life. Giving you peace. Maybe I am! Nobody else seemed to give a shit about their soul buddies the way I did.

One way or another I'm gonna need to call on you again, girl. Let's figure out why we're here, do the thing, and get back home.

Talk to you later, A2.

God, is that how I'm doing it? Like I'm writing letters to someone who can't write back? Fuck, man.