Mind Corruption

[Lennox]

21st of December 820 A.S.: Gran Canaria; uncertainty
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07:43: "It took quite a while after the last recording until I was able to walk again. When I did, I got almost thrown back into bed. Not that I had the strength to resist at that point, but still. They really don't trust me. A good thing. But I can't help but feel trapped here. The looks haven't stopped. And ever since I am able to walk again, they've only gotten worse. According to the date, almost one month passed already. In that time, one could have thought about improvement, but no. No such thing. People seem literally scared of me. But I was at least able to determine where I am. Apparently a clinic specialized for traumatized and psychologically unstable people. Though, I wouldn't call myself traumatized, the latter definitely applies to me. Regardless, this place is starting to feel very... tight. No change in color, always just the same tone of grey and white. It's irritating..."

08:36: "I managed to convince that old doctor that I needed to get out of the room, have some walks and what not. He agreed, thankfully. And for the first time, I had breakfast in that so called canteen. The food's questionably portioned and cooked but isn't different from that I get delivered into my room. Unfortunately it tastes worse the more I eat of it. Probably due to the people here... they all feel like they've lost something very important. I can't quite put my finger on it, but it's as if their life threads have shrunk in comparison to healthy people. Their life force... it feels dull, cold, abandoned. Some here look like they've been in this place for decades. Which would explain why they feel so empty. They're no threat, but they certainly make thinking hard around these parts. Given that I don't plan to stay here, that doesn't help. I've not neglected training myself either, ever since I felt strong enough to do so again. Obviously, only when they weren't looking, which was a challenge in itself."

10:56: "I've studied the patterns of the personnel, when they come and go through the otherwise locked security doors. Nothing I could force down myself, at least not without equipment. Regarding that, they probably confiscated it and are now storing it somewhere. I can't really leave without it. The plan goes into motion after lunch. There tends to be high amount of activity during that hour, so slipping through might just work. Just... got to be careful not to hurt anyone as badly as I did before, nor kill them. They're here to take care of us, after all. They're not bad people, not bad people."

15:12: "Air. Fresh. Air. I thought I was dreaming when I arrived outside. It was cold, but it was the best feeling I had in the past months, if not years. It struck me then, how much of a toll this freedom had cost. So many people hurt... over just this. Some even crippled, likely to not walk again for the coming weeks. I just hope I didn't kill anybody. I also still have to come back there for my equipment. But that's easier said than done. The complex itself is quite heavily secured. Without my training, I wouldn't have made it out. I... sincerely hope that I'll be able to control myself when that time comes. Until then, I'll have to find a place to rest and make do with the supplies I was able to bring along, which luckily also includes cardamine. I've got to say, though, this place hasn't change much ever since I was last here. Gran Canaria. It's still as beautiful as back then, despite the streaming rain and the environment I had to escape from. For now, I'm glad to be outside. Makes me feel alive again."