Journal, life is going down the drain.
More and more Hybrids than ever before, I've seen my friends, foes and even family be brought in. I've asked why, and they say that I shouldn't know. I still get treated normally for some reason, maybe it's because I'm the best Executor? Or I'm the last Hybrid Executor. I don't know. Sometimes the Hybrids ask me to help, I have to solemnly shake my head. The only reason my brother is able to stay here and be cared for is if I don't help. I'm doing this for his sake. God, Victor I will always love you.

i will get my revenge on those monsters. one of the other executors just told me my brother got hung. i will get my revenge. i know victor wouldn't want me to do this. but he needs to be avenged. I'm leaving this damned society soon. you will always stay with me though, dear journal. i feel like you are victor, listening, being there.
they will be punished.
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