Entry 1 - New Life

I don't know what day is it, what calendars do they use down here, or even what constitutes a 'day' for these people. So I'm just going to be using this notation for entries from now on. 

I am 95% sure I've dragged myself from hell. At first I didn't remember much beforehand, but later on memories started coming back, and from what I remember I don't see the Council sending me anywhere else. It was a bit hard at first to process everything but it's been two weeks since I've gotten my hands on this book so I think that for now I have it under control. Or at least I think I do. Whatever.

New world, new me.

Entry 2 - Business Notes on Amano

The city appears to be under a heavy food strain. I could probably do one of those wheat moves.

It appears to be also undergoing a period of heavy political instability. Given my very illegal ownership of a rifle, perhaps hitman work could be an option, although I would very much prefer a line of work that allows me to be seen on the street.

[A note has been added, clearly after the original text, with somewhat worse calligraphy] 

Well I've reacted poorly to a kid stealing my bike. Fucking paranoia, it's like I feel everyone from Narklan is still hunting me down here. Anyway, it appears that criminal life is very much on the table right about now.

Entry 3 - Juru and Other Old Faces

Well fuck me sideways, it appears I'm not the one with the worst outcome from my previous life on the surface. Juru, you know, the harbringer guy from Narklan, he somehow has managed to get in contact with me and looks like absolute shit. It's like he's been whipped for eternity or something, the markings on his back are just not normal. At least my burns wore off but he seems just disfigured forever.

I also met what I am 95% certain to be Leonard, or at least something with his journal. If that is Leonard, I don't even want to start imagining what ever happened to him 'upstairs'. He's like a deformed attempt at a human by a very poor sculptor. The only way to recognize him as his old self is by the fact he retains his absolutely laughable social skills.

Anyway this girl got a job now. I'll probably drop writing due to secrecy over the job, and honestly I don't want this to end up in the hands of the wrong people if I end up committing more crimes, which is something that could happen. We'll see how it goes.