“Are you sure you’re going to keep it?” I asked Louisiano while observing the hook. It looked old, but it wasn’t broken or torn, like it was just recently used. We were walking back to the camp, but he said he wanted to look into it more and bring it to our lab. “It’s safer for it to be with us, than leave it be at the cliff,” he said. I gave the hook back to him and he suddenly reached out to his back and brought out a book. “I found this as well. It looks like a diary, but it’s empty,” he said and then gave me the diary for me to look. It was indeed, empty. The structure of the diary looks new and the pages were smooth and brightly white. The cover didn’t have any design, simply a colored brown hard cover. There were no signature or ink spill, like it was newly bought. “I think I might use it for records. Have our own copy, don’t you think?” he suggested with an anticipating smile. He smiled with his dimples and teasing eyes, so I tossed the diary back at h

I stared in shock and disgust. They continuously worked will being ordered around and nobody seemed to stand up for themselves. I’m thinking they’re scientists, because they were mixing chemicals and had human-sized tubes. I couldn’t figure out what they were trying to create because the window seemed tinted, but I could see at the other side of the room some equipment and wiring. What exactly are they trying to do? Is the guy standing on the platform the head of Causan Industries? I doubt it. Someone important to this threat of a company wouldn’t expose himself in a mere laboratory with other individuals who can possibly betray him, but I don’t think they can do that anymore. They look so lifeless, like they’re being controlled by strings. I couldn’t imagine who their families would feel right now, being separated from each other, not knowing that they’re alive. It was a wide window, but the door wasn’t in my range of vision. The laboratory looked like it was a round room.