Isn't it lovely to know

that the very people you think are protecting you

can censor and change your journals?

Who knows how much protection locks give you?

They see everything, but they can't find me.

Previously, this journal entry showed:

[photos of Iris's body are displayed on the journal network]

She was lucky, the little cunt.

The next one who feels like playing showoff in public is going to burn.

Now it shows:

[pixelated photos]

Hse saw yulck, hte tlteil ntuc.

Eth nxet eon woh leefs ielk gpylain wohfsfo ni ucblip si iggno ot rbnu.

Was that what you wanted, Detective?

I did it just for you.