*the last entry was hastily added with complete lack of concern for the reader it may seem. Written with an unsteady hand, perhaps even damaged. Too many letters may be blurred, and assistance could be required to avoid misinterpretation.*



The delivery failed!

With some certainty I can say, this will be my last entry. If I am to survive, I will need to summon all my hiding skills. Perhaps if I had another drink of Lady Jade's sanguine elixir, I could even had stood a chance. She might be my only chance, however I do not have the luxury of hope. I fear the peril which I was unwillingly forced amidst, may be my last mistake.

Feeling sister Noixiata screams in my head, continuously swarming my senses, I predict little chance of redemption nor escape. She was never specific on the subject of failure, but I sense I need little guidance to understand it is fatal in every regard. There is one thing I can be sure of though, I have wasted too much time here already. I should go.

Fare well my journal, I pray this burial will keep you safe if I am ever to return.