Character: Benedict Baker

I'm not familiar with this house. I've never heard of its existence. Nature well-tried with hiding from the world. I ponder who would live there. Sometimes I notice the lights burning in the Windows of the house. Sometimes a passing shadow. The acquisitions carried out by the wild surroundings, can not be accidental. Could this be a goal? Can this... house to seek anonymity and secrecy from the rest of the world? I'm not in tune with this place. I believe I heard crying and screams coming from him. But my mind is clouded, and my ears not to be trusted. Or is it worth it?

During my last testing I found the key. I have never found something similar. This key almost burned my hand. I feel a great power. I suspect that the key used to open something. But I didn't have time to fully understand this. But my heart whispers to me that somewhere I will find the keyhole.

I found something strange during today's nightmare. A wreath made from animal bones. Nothing in nature does not create things like him. I threw it into the fire. And he quickly disappeared. To my surprise, the fire can burn things. But why not my hand? The next day, something changed. The world was different. My only conclusion is that I must find something like it. A simple sacrifice? But for whom? And who made it? If they would help me get out of here?

A ray of sunshine lit up this cold and grey place - beam with the silhouette of a woman. Before you see, I heard her voice, the most beautiful that I have ever heard, drifting across the treetops. For such black spots, probably more suited crying, but she was singing a song filled with joy, hope and encouragement. Her friendly smile ready to welcome anyone who wants to join her near the fire, and for a moment can help to forget about the horror.
With the same rapidity with which she could make friends, I have a feeling that to meet her would be a mistake. To keep this place positive and optimistic requires a will of iron. Not so radiant, but the rapid? Outstanding light and great power, which can split the world in two.

I'm not the first day among the law enforcement professionals. I've learnt to identify them. Getting to know their bearing and behavior. Now, it seems, one of them is here in my new home. He looks exhausted, but also like me, he refuses to just lie down and wait for the arrival of death and suffering. Struggle - the only thing that keeps him sane - allows you to focus on something. If you could realize all the difficulties of law enforcement, anytime you could identify the person who has experienced what others never had. Cruelty and beatings, the hopelessness. Maybe this new guy is looking for justice? Maybe he still wears a badge? Whatever he could find here, in this place, where there is no edge, no justice?

I recently saw a young man. He seemed to be simultaneously asleep and awake. A little sleepy, but determined. Despite the fact that I was not able to see anything or anyone following him, he didn't want to stop. Many times I have witnessed true fear in this place. But this guy reveals a completely new face of fear. What could scare the guy enough to force him to give up the break? Looks like he's moving decisively to the gate. I once had a similar desire. But time after time I suffered setbacks towards him, too many mistakes and deaths. But this young man is another. Perhaps he really will run away. Seriously. But he looks tired, very exhausted.

Another man. In this arena, which I can call "home". Male with athletic build. He has an impressive figure. On the one hand he seems to be unavailable. But if you look closely, you will notice something else. He seems overwhelmed. Distraught and broken. Not so much body as mind. I saw him running away from the creatures. And a hook, with all the innards, been slipped over her body. Something disturbing in the sight.

Young woman surprised me the other day. She is another guest in this nightmare I can't Wake up. She ran past the injured girl and did not stop. Glance behind him, and again fled away. With a determined look on her face, as if she needed to do something important. Maybe lone wolf? I'm not sure how to call this new person...

I saw a new poor soul, lost in this nightmare. For most of the victims trapped in this small circle, fear is the common denominator of the fractions. But the man seems to be trembling like a coward Ghost. I saw how he walked without fear and despair - instead, I could see his piercing eyes, peering into the environment, and curve a smile when he lifted something from the ground. Watching him from afar, I felt that it ignites a faint light of hope in my heart, before disappearing into the shadows. I don't know why, but I pray that luck remained on his side.

I came across another soul in the doomed corner of the earth. I don't know her name, but there is definitely something there. Our paths never crossed, but she looks as if she's been doing it for quite a while. Haggard surrounded by, shrouded in a controlled panic, regularly looking over his shoulder, watching for something.

At first glance, I thought it was a cat, he crept past just a few metres behind me. A shadow, moving without sound - the cries of the foolish in this place. I noticed it again, but on the outskirts. I still don't know her name, but she shies away from monsters easily and gracefully - it is not devoid of virtuosic finesse.

I'm not alone here. If you put aside the murderers, there are other survivors like me. Or at least I think so, I want to believe it. Sometimes I can only catch a glimpse of the poor soul before she kills. Others, however, I even said his name. But I would not want to know their names. Sometimes I help them... if they hang on a hook. Just as they help me. Fear unites us, human contact and interaction calm, together we share this challenge. I ask myself whether it is better to be alone? Or we can walk further if we do it together? Sometimes I feel ashamed when I run away from screaming. All too often I was on the other side, too often saw feet hanging above the ground, and just watched from behind the bushes. As a witness. It could be important to follow up on this atrocity and remind yourself that pain is not the only thing that burdens our lives at this moment? You need to remember about the soul. And whether we deserve to live, to dream about escaping from here?

Something, or rather someone, is now here. I've never seen this ... way before. The man behind the mask. He came here with a clear intention. And what is even more alarming, it all kind of makes it clear that it is hunting. Judging from his beats he's not one of those who came to this place against their will. Is it possible that there is something more that I could understand?

At first I really believed that it was the pig that was sleeping in front of me on the ground. An animal that somehow escaped the banalities of my old life and managed to end up abandoned and forgotten place. But then he rose from progibanija to standing with lifeless eyes, nailing my personality. I ran, as I learned to do. My curiosity stopped my escape after a few feet, and I hid in the closet. The pig was moving like a predator and I saw a human body wearing a pig's head as a decoration. He walked near the closet and his face was just inches from me. I held my breath, aching for freedom. A sudden sound drew the attention of the pigs, and she left. But not without a last glance, as if he wanted to tell me that I had a second chance. I don't get the third.