Just now getting back to my inbox. There's been some difficulties lately, but it's all good, not anything another round of warding can't fix. I think something in the past week or so stirred up their Hive, or the place where all these things come from. I can't sleep most nights because of the noises I hear. I've had to lay low and not travel as much while the investigation is ongoing, but staying in one place at home feels more dangerous than going out, honestly.

Gonna start transcribing the profiles I have from the safe. You should probably expect another post from me tomorrow or even on Saturday. Here's a quick list of the people I do have on file right now after restoring them:

Quincy O. Archer

Maya Archer

Aisha Namatovu

Darius Namatovu

Gregory Samson

Linda S. Maripose

John Maripose

Sofia [REDACTED]

Thomas M. Shepherd

Vane Macknne

Not sure why that one was blocked out, but that one has a lot of information blacked out on it on the actual file as well. I did what I could. Anywho, let's move on to that submission.

I got this submission about two weeks ago, so apologies for the delay once again. This one is from an Eli Casterwell, who tells a tale of meeting the man in the suit outside their dad's place, and from the looks of it, got portaled to a park they visited in childhood.

"First off, yes I'm related to that Casterwell, he's my uncle, I don't talk to him much so don't ask any questions.

I just saw this thing a couple days ago. I was recording something in preparation for a movie I'm making, and suddenly I hear a knock at the backdoor of my dad's house (I'm housesitting at this time), and I look outside, and there's this man standing there, looking at me. I grabbed a knife to protect myself as I made my way closer, but...then I saw his face, no facial features whatsoever. a completely blank slate. it reached it's hand out to me, as if it wanted me to take it, I don't know why. I refused to, and next thing I know, I'm a coughing mess, on my knees, with it towering above me.

And then I went to stab it. and suddenly I was at Rockwell park, a place very, very important to me, dating all the way back to when I was a child. I had no way of getting back home, it was hours away by foot, so I called an uber.

I swear, since then I've been feeling nauseous."

God, I know how disorienting the warping can be, sorry you had to experience it. I highly recommend Tums and ibuprofen, even if it doesn't kill the anxiety, you'll probably feel worlds better physically. You learned it the hard way, unfortunately, but this isn't some thing you can just drive a kitchen knife into. If there is a way to kill it, then it's beyond the bounds of any of my knowledge (which let's be honest is pretty limited especially as of right now). I hope you got home safe, or as safe as you could be.

Also, sorry, but I don't think I've ever heard the name Casterwell in my life. Hope things are okay between you and your uncle, though.

-Izzy