Damned: Journal Entry 01 (DS 54)
Day 1
I'm not entirely sure what to make of this place. I know for a fact that this is not an asylum, but rather, a place where innocent people are being held against their will. To what end, I have no idea, but from the things I've seen today it can't be anything pleasant.
The staff keeps trying to convince me I'm someone called 'Anthony Sullivan'. I know who I am.
[There are a few pen taps on the page.] Though it'd be a good idea to write down a few of my memories anyway, in case I ever forget myself or they should break me somehow.
My name--my real name--is Byrne Faraday. I'm a prosecutor who lives in Los Angeles, California. I have a daughter, a beautiful little girl named Kay. It was September 10, 2011; I was in the midst of a trial and mysteriously blacked out. The defendant had accused me of being the Great Thief Yatagarasu, and...that's the last thing I remember before waking up here.
This institute is heavily confusing, to say the least. I spoke to various patients today and gained this information:
--I'm not the only one being called a different name. This 'delusional' card the nurses played on me seems to be the same for everyone here.
--The Head Doctor is called Landel. I've heard different opinions on his role here. Is he in charge? Or is someone else?
--No one seems to know exactly what's going on or why we're here. It might be a government conspiracy, considering the heavy military influence. However, they seem to have kidnapped people from all over the world, and the establishment itself is well built and appears expensive. How are they getting away with this?
--Detective Gant is here, though he appears to have aged somewhat. He claims he was Chief of Police for two years and that he is from 2017. Both of these claims are impossible.
--There appear to be no visible security cameras around the building. Are they well-hidden, or do they use a different method of security?
--It's dangerous at night. Everyone has told me this. I'll keep it in mind and be very careful when I go out.
It feels like just a moment ago, everything I had was on the line. Now I have no idea how I’m going to get back home.
Regardless of that trial, I have to get back, for Kay's sake. What is she doing without me? Where is she staying? Badd must be ta
[The entry abruptly ends here.]
I'm not entirely sure what to make of this place. I know for a fact that this is not an asylum, but rather, a place where innocent people are being held against their will. To what end, I have no idea, but from the things I've seen today it can't be anything pleasant.
The staff keeps trying to convince me I'm someone called 'Anthony Sullivan'. I know who I am.
[There are a few pen taps on the page.] Though it'd be a good idea to write down a few of my memories anyway, in case I ever forget myself or they should break me somehow.
My name--my real name--is Byrne Faraday. I'm a prosecutor who lives in Los Angeles, California. I have a daughter, a beautiful little girl named Kay. It was September 10, 2011; I was in the midst of a trial and mysteriously blacked out. The defendant had accused me of being the Great Thief Yatagarasu, and...that's the last thing I remember before waking up here.
This institute is heavily confusing, to say the least. I spoke to various patients today and gained this information:
--I'm not the only one being called a different name. This 'delusional' card the nurses played on me seems to be the same for everyone here.
--The Head Doctor is called Landel. I've heard different opinions on his role here. Is he in charge? Or is someone else?
--No one seems to know exactly what's going on or why we're here. It might be a government conspiracy, considering the heavy military influence. However, they seem to have kidnapped people from all over the world, and the establishment itself is well built and appears expensive. How are they getting away with this?
--Detective Gant is here, though he appears to have aged somewhat. He claims he was Chief of Police for two years and that he is from 2017. Both of these claims are impossible.
--There appear to be no visible security cameras around the building. Are they well-hidden, or do they use a different method of security?
--It's dangerous at night. Everyone has told me this. I'll keep it in mind and be very careful when I go out.
It feels like just a moment ago, everything I had was on the line. Now I have no idea how I’m going to get back home.
Regardless of that trial, I have to get back, for Kay's sake. What is she doing without me? Where is she staying? Badd must be ta
[The entry abruptly ends here.]