† 007. [TEXT]
For those who are new aboard the Caravan, I am Charles J. Chrishunds. I will do my best to answer questions if anyone has them. Though, I think, it must wait until I'm feeling more like myself.
As always, the church is still open despite its slow construction if there is a need for it. Miss Nodoka, the other co-founder, left some time ago.
SENDING TO: johnny.rayflo@willanet.go
SUBJECT LINE: (no subject)
YOUR MESSAGE:
Master,
It has been nearly three weeks since we have last seen one another--approximately eighteen days after I left you in your room. It was not my intention for this to happen. Be that as it may, if apologizing for it would have returned you to the Caravan, I would have already done so.
Many...incidents have occurred. For a short time, Hal-- Harold Wayne made a brief stay here as well, but I fear that he has gone with many of the others who have turned up missing. I haven't recognized anyone else from home, so that should offer some comfort. In writing this, maybe it will reach you. I do not know.
This is a strange world; there is no logic to it, and each day grows increasingly odd from the last. Mysterious disappearances, humanoid fish, and cursed children. I can only assume it's what living a fairytale would feel like.
As it has yet to be disclosed to my traveling companions, I have committed certain acts I still cannot speak of. Admitting it to...any one is more difficult than I thought it would be, and given the circumstances, I have failed myself. I have failed God, and I have failed you. I don't know how to reverse these sins or what Penance I must do if I hope to be forgiven.
...I am not strong enough to survive this alone. Please come back.
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