I can't stop thinking about how different everything was back at the encampment. The living conditions were terrible, but at least everyone was somewhat friendly. The woman who's helping me with the fitting is robotic and cold, she hasn't said a word to me since I arrived, unlike Barbara, whom I befriended despite our age difference.
BloodFur is the dreariest place on earth. What's worst about it is that it sucks the life of any living creature that steps foot in here, it's an absolute haunted place and I can't take it anymore. Being here is killing me on the inside.
The days are just crawling by painstakingly slowly like time is laughing at our expense. Lee told me that everything's set to happen at the Moon Festival, and I can't wait for that date to arrive. I pray every day for Cayden to be alive by then, for him to make it out of this place. I think about him day and night, in that silver cage burning his flesh, poisoning him.
