#011 // All the whispers, the warnings so clear
[The entry is written in pencil, sharp slashing strokes that speak of someone in a hurry.]
HEADCOUNT, PEOPLE. Who the hell is going off on thi--
[The entry abruptly ends, a smattering of graphite and a slightly too-hard gouge saying that the pencil snapped.]
HEADCOUNT, PEOPLE. Who the hell is going off on thi--
[The entry abruptly ends, a smattering of graphite and a slightly too-hard gouge saying that the pencil snapped.]