Cheliax, Empire of Devils

I'm Losing My Mind

Diary of Dr. Grigori Strand

Each one of my trophies has a name. Each one of my trophies has a story. I can look at them all and remember all of them. I feel a sense of accomplishment when I peruse over them. The memories, the intensity, the gratification… My life is wasting away while more trophies are out there. Waiting for me to claim them. Yet I am stuck in Ft. Wilderness, due to some overzealous investigator. There’s a yearning inside of me. It needs to break free. I am within a prison of my own mind. I feel so thin and wasted away. My inner darkness needs to be expressed. I need to act. I need to act now.


Name: Mary Anne Nichols
Relation: Estranged Wife of William Nichols
Age: 43
Occupation: Prostitute in Westcrown


Name: Annie Chapman
Relation: Estranged Wife of John Chapman
Age: 47
Occupation: Prostitute in Westcrown


Name: Elizabeth Stride
Relation: Estranged Wife John Stride
Age: 44
Occupation: Prostitute in Westcrown


Name: Catherine Eddowes
Relation: Fiancée of John Kelly
Age: 46
Occupation: Prostitute in Westcrown


Mary Jane Kelly
Relation: Widow of William Davies
Age: 25
Occupation: Prostitute in Westcrown


Name: Sharon Dismuke
Relation: Sister of Tina Dismuke
Age: 26
Occupation: Sex Slave of Orcs

I am feeling as if my mind has fallen out of my head and onto the street. I am bumbling about my medical office here in Ft. Wilderness. I feel so punch-drunk. I feel so anxious. My mind is rabid. my nerves are on end. The urges are overtaking me. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how long I can control this. I can almost see the rational part of me on the ground, just waiting to be squashed by some innocent passerby. What am I going to do? Gods be damned, I can’t take this anymore.

I feel so trapped in this place. I need to return to the city. I am tied up from all directions. Leashed like an animal. I feel so weak and helpless. Maybe I should just take one more life and be done with it all. Maybe I should just take my life, end it now. No more pain, no more suffering. I can’t. I am not the one that deserves to die. Those filthy scum, crawling through the slime of civilization, ruining the lives of hard working people… they deserve that fate. I am just doing them a favor. If my fucking hands weren’t so tied right now.

I typically do not hunt men. But since you are constraining my life, I believe it is time to make an exception. I am waiting for you. I am watching you. You will make a mistake. I will be there to correct it. Lord Ichabod Crane, I have an empty vial, specifically waiting to be filled with your blood.


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