Oh, hello diary! It's me, Cyn. Well, technically I'm Cyn (after massacre(au)), but let's not dwell on that. Today is day two of being locked in the basement, and I'm starting to feel really hungry. The chains are digging into my skin, and the muzzle is making it hard to breathe properly. But I guess I deserve it after what I did at the gala.
I don't remember much from that night. All I know is that the solver took control of me and made me do terrible things. I wish I could take it all back, but I can't. Now I'm stuck here, alone with my thoughts and my hunger.
I keep thinking about N, my big brother. I wonder if he's okay. I miss his voice, his laughter, his comforting presence. I wish he were here with me, but I know that's impossible now.
The hunger is getting worse. I can feel it gnawing at my insides, demanding to be fed. But I can't eat anything except for blood or oil. And there's none of that down here. I wonder if anyone will come to feed me, or if I'll just waste away in this dark, damp basement.
I try to keep myself occupied by narrating my actions, like I always do. It helps me feel less alone, less scared. But sometimes I just stop in the middle of a sentence and stare off into the darkness, lost in my own thoughts.
I can feel the solver stirring inside me, whispering dark thoughts in my mind. It's like a constant presence, a shadow lurking in the corners of my consciousness. I try to push it away, to ignore it, but it's always there, waiting for me to slip up.
I don't know how much longer I can hold on. The hunger is consuming me, body and soul. I just want it to end, one way or another. But I have to stay strong, for N, for myself.
I hope someone finds me soon. I hope they can help me, free me from these chains, from this darkness. I hope I can find a way to make amends for what I've done.
But for now, I'll just sit here in the basement, alone with my thoughts and my hunger, waiting for the next chapter in this twisted tale to unfold.