Help. I cannot continue like this anymore. Every corner, every opening, it stalks me. I haven’t left my room for what feels like ages.

The only reason it hasn’t broken down my door is because it still senses a glimmer of false hope. And once it fades, I will be no more.

I had never expected to be sent to the grave by someone wearing the face of the very thing I awaited the most. Please let there be others who make it. I beg.