Dear Diary,
Today, as I wandered the desolate streets of this forsaken city, I encountered a lone dog—a creature of loyalty and innocence, untouched by the corruption of humanity. It reminded me of a time long past, a time when I too was innocent, before the darkness consumed me whole.
I remember it vividly, as if it were yesterday. I was just 6 years old, growing up in a world that seemed both vast and terrifying. It was a world where the weak were preyed upon by the strong, where innocence was a liability and kindness a weakness.
I would spend my days wandering the woods near our home, a solitary figure lost in the wilderness, seeking solace in the embrace of nature. But as I roamed those ancient forests, a darkness stirred within me, a darkness that hungered for blood and pain.
And so it was that I began to hunt, not out of necessity or survival, but out of a twisted desire to exert my dominance over the world around me. I would trap small animals—rabbits, birds, squirrels—and revel in their fear and suffering as I watched the light fade from their eyes.
It was a game to me, a game of power and control, a game that I played with a child's innocence and a monster's cruelty.
But as I gazed into the eyes of that lone dog today, I felt a flicker of something long forgotten—a spark of empathy, perhaps, or a glimmer of remorse. For in that moment, I saw myself reflected in its eyes, a lost soul adrift in a sea of darkness.
And as the dog wagged its tail and nuzzled against my leg, I felt a pang of guilt gnawing at my insides, a reminder of the innocence I had long since lost.
But such thoughts are folly, for in this world of the dead, there is no room for remorse or regret. There is only survival, and the strength to endure whatever horrors the future may hold.
And so I bid farewell to the dog, leaving it to fend for itself in this cruel world, just as I have done for myself. For in the end, we are all alone in this darkness, adrift in a sea of madness and despair.
But I will not falter, for I am The Nightshade, a shadow in the night, a survivor in a world consumed by chaos. And I will thrive in this darkness, for it is where I belong.
End of Diary Entry.