Haven't been sleeping well. I can still see that damn old hag every time I close my eyes. I keep looking in the mirror for any sign of that fucking fungus. That mark Eldrienne gave me... it's still humming under my skin, in my god damn bones. I need professional help, but who do I even talk to about this?

No, I... Not yet. I need... I just need to move forward. Keep pushing. Gotta - gotta just get some things for next time. Preferably without drawing too much attention. A hunting knife, that'd be a good start. Figure out the rest as I go. Get to grips with my power a bit more. If I can make it through a few more jobs, I might eb able to expand what I can do. Protect myself, and put down anyone who tries to hit me.

Gotta get better... gotta get better...

Well, my gut wound's patched up. I'm sure it'll make a lovely scar to go with the ones on my arm and head.

June's an alright lady. She's letting me stay somewhere safe and she's even enlisted my help on another job. This one's different from a regular Contract, apparently. It's what they call a Hustle. If we pull this off, we can get an item, something that could really help us both out, but we need to be sneaky about it. I'll get started on stealth training once I've healed up. I've got some ideas on how to do it but I'd like to at least get a second opinion there.

I need to get better. I can't spend my time just being a deadweight like I have been. I'm a Contractor. It's time I start acting like one.

Also it might be nice to start actually planning engagements, for once. That might help too.