Not much to add. Nobody have to know anything about this. Days pass and I get more and more paranoic. It’s a bad decision, as I said before, but I don’t know, I feel like I have to do it. And I will. I’m locking everything up, when I usually don’t do that, and that makes me feel that everybody realizes that I’m hiding something… and I am. And I am not behaving like a normal human being, despite not being a normal human being. But that adds up more weight to the fucking problem. Will this be the last time Pomelo sees the light of the day? Will Pomelo die underwater after breaking the chains of a massive and dreadfully forgotten god-beast that will not hesitate in obliterate me into fucking oblivion? We will see. I’m scared, but also, something deep inside me tells me that something is off. That I have sort of an advantage. And yeah, it’s because I am fucking Pomelo. And Pomelo can’t really fucking die.