• I know I haven’t written for quite some time.
    Has it already been a month since my last entry?
    It’s hard for me to keep track of time here in Hell.
    Since I last wrote, a small family has grown by one more member.
    However, I wish it could have been under happier circumstances.
    Like Iratu and Sakido, little Buwaro is an unfortunate orphan of war…
    It all began when we came across a place that was filled dark, jagged spires that reached up to the sky.
    The children were feeling playful…
    “Darius, Darius!” Sakido was trying to get me attention by pulling on my pant leg “Let’s play hide ‘n seek!”
    “Haha, yeah!” Iratu exclaimed with a playful laugh “And you’re ‘IT’!”
    They both shot off “Um…?”
    I suppose I don’t have to worry. I thought to myself
    We haven’t seen anybody for a long time.
    It should be safe.
    Then again, this place is pretty eerie…