Entry 1

April 7, 20XX
The shrink keeps telling me to keep a journal. He tells me to jot down anything that happens to me, my dreams, my fears, my experiences – he tells me to do this to help create an accurate record. In case my memories change themselves, he says.

I AM NOT CRAZY.

I found this journal in my starting equipment. How did the game know? It’s so weird. It’s like it reads your mind. It’s supposed to read your fears.

I don’t have any fears.

I’m not afraid.

I used to write that twenty times a day, just to mess with the doctor’s head. In English, even. Being bilingual’s been a big help with my life. Helps screw with the people who are trying to screw with me. My English teacher at school used to be so proud of me. Minoru used to be proud of me, too. I miss him. He’s happy somewhere, though. He’s not here in this dumb game, Dad wouldn’t let him play games like this.

Why can’t I see my brother?

WHY CAN’T I SEE MY BROTHER?

I’m not afraid of anything.
I’m not afraid of anything.
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I’m not afraid of anything.
I’m not afraid of anything.

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