journal
[Chu Li's fragmented records - not strictly in diary format]
(The edges of the pages are yellowed and curled, the handwriting is sometimes neat and sometimes frantic, and there are also graffiti and scratches of unknown meaning.)
It's █████ (date blacked out repeatedly) again. White room. White clothes. Needles. Cold liquid. They call me "Specimen 07." It hurts. Why me? Mom... where are you...
(The next page has dried water stains that blur the ink.)
Today, ███, I tested "resonance." I pointed it at that blue, broken stone. It lit up. They were so excited. They kept recording. The guy with glasses (Adrian?) touched my head and smiled a disgusting smile. He called me a "precious key." Key? What does it open? The gates of hell? I really want to dig out his eyes and use them as keyholes.
(Draw a twisted smiley face with the corners of the mouth stretched to the ears)
On █th of █th month, I dreamed of her. Chen Mengzhou. Humph. Nice name, actually. In the dream, she was killing people, very skillfully. Like dancing. Why did she save me? And why did she abandon me? Was she showing mercy? Or did she find me a burden? …Or maybe it was just a matter of convenience. Like picking up a stone from the roadside, looking at it, and then throwing it away.
(He crossed out several lines so hard that the paper was almost torn.)
████ The energy went haywire again. It destroyed half the lab. They gave me a double dose of "tranquilizer." I lay there for a long time, like I was dead. I heard two guards talking in low voices. "Outside," "the fortress," "the erosion," "it's almost over." Good. It's all over.
(The corner of the paper is crumpled)
On ████, I secretly hid a broken sensor probe. It was sharp. I scratched the inside of my arm. Watching the blood ooze out, I felt alive. It wasn't a "specimen," it was Chu Li. Chu Li. My mother gave me this name. She said she hoped I... (The following words were harshly blacked out)
(The next page is filled with chaotic, repeating spiral patterns)
On ████, they mentioned "Pandora." In S-114. Needed a lot of "catalyst." I know what that means. The "stock area" at the end of the hallway has been "cleared" several times recently. Stupid.
(The handwriting suddenly became extremely calm and neat)
█ ...
(The handwriting begins to become erratic, as if written in a sleepwalking state)
█████ They're whispering. In the walls. Under the ground. Ever since S-114 exploded, they've been even louder. They say... the door's ajar... something's slipped out... They're... happy? Madmen. All of them.
(After a long blank space, there is only one line of small text)
I don't seem to be completely normal anymore.
It's decided on █████. Return the "key" to her. It shouldn't have been in my possession in the first place. It's too hot. And... it'll make the show more interesting if I keep it with her. The Foundation... the scavengers... and the thing on the other side of the "door"... Chen Mengzhou... Go ahead, turn this all upside down.
(Drawing a small compass with the needle spinning wildly)
On ████, I used an energy wave test, disrupting the surveillance for 0.7 seconds. I sent the coordinates and warning to her "channel." I wonder if she received it. The "Weeping Wall"... I remember it... ...We'll meet again, Chen Mengzhou. What expression will you give me then?
(The last line is written in unusually clear handwriting, with a sense of cold anticipation)
The gift has been given. The show is about to begin.
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