Journal Entry #1
I don't put it below doctors to read personal journals, so I'm going to do myself a favor and keep this brief. I don't want to refer to myself as Michael Aiken, and I'm not going to. Not genuinely. My name has been and always will be Alexander Anderson. I know that the life I had wasn't just some elaborate dream I conjured up. I know that I fought Alucard, I know... But I can't quite remember anything about it. Elena's Nail... damaged my ability to remember, I believe, so it's really just a guess.
I wonder where Alucard is now. Is he dead, is he still out there? What of the Nazis attacking London?
The nurses won't tell me anything. There's something about them that worries me... Something they're hiding. All of the people in this institution can't be suffering from the same illness! We all had names, we all had lives before this... and now, they're telling us we're different people. How can they expect anyone to believe them?
- Anderson