Role

Chapter 8

Turning the pages slowly, this blood-covered journal has seen better days.
Found in the hands of some trash beggar, a quick silver had him hand it over.
Sometimes forced to pry the pages apart from the dried blood, you begin at
the first partially legible page. Some parts you can't make out from either
the stains or faded from time.

.==========4th Day of Freedom, Month of Ancient Darkness===================.
| /
| My sister Rose...god help her, she was infected three days ago and now /
| she is horrifying to look at. Her skin is now pale white and her eyes <
| glow slightly in the dark. It was his fault, damnt, but they did \
.\ nothing! He left his guard to talk to that slut of a wife so my sister /
..\ could die! I shou- __________________________________________________/
.. \__________________/
..______________________________________________________________________
./ -er high-pitched voice screams blasphemies and curses in the face of \
| the Church - they've had three years and yet they still fail to find a \_
| cure. When we're allowed a moment alone, she doesn't fight the restraints|
| and giggles with me - but I know it's not her anymore. That damned priest|
.\ keeps spouting his lies about the great Absalom, talking of redemption /
..\_ his face is so calm, yet he's about to kill my sister! He motioned a/
....\ cross on his chest....he must feel justified up there the fuc- ___/
.....\______________________________________________________________/
..____________________________________________________________________
./-but no one stayed at the funeral. I sat there alone into the night \
/ staring at my sister's remains - I could almost hear her laughing /
\ through the flower fields.... _____________________________________/
.\_____________________________/