I should have figured that fool of a businessman would not come through. He's been dealt with. I'll have to find my own resources again.
[there's a dark stain at the top of the page, something like smeared blood, as if he tried to later wipe it away]
I miss Brother. I wish, sometimes, that he was with me here. I think he'd like this place... I met a girl that reminds me of the Student Council President at Ashford. She was nice and annoying. I was forced to remove her.
My job at the shop fell through. Does anyone know someone who might like a waiter or an errand boy? I can cook too. Brother taught me... I'd be willing to help someone if I could find a place to stay.