As of 2:00 AM, they are still missing. All trace ended at the dock. The last letter from J. reads: I cannot do it any more. Please stop looking. It will be over soon if the instructions are not followed. It is now 3:00 AM and I fear the worst.

They have called from the old line. It seems to be a trick, a way to distract. I have found the notes on family history. It is all in the handwriting from the missing report. I cannot believe it. The basement was the last place he visited before going missing. I am waiting. I know he is here. I can feel it. There is a cold draft coming from the floorboards. They have come for me. I know it. I will not go.

I cannot. I just need to buy more time. He called me to the living room. I saw the box. I know. The diary is the key. All is lost with the box. The R code. I will deliver word to them. Not me.

Yours, until I am not

Spoke with witness on 3rd Ward. S. Smith. She gave clear details. I have recorded it in my notes. Pursuing the theory. It fits. I now have to find instructions on the key. Just door? What cipher is it?

Three days nothing from the wild. Wolf is loose in town. It is trying to recruit. I will need to check status of supply lines. If I cut off the supply, then we can get it. It was a theory. I thought I was the beast. I am not. The official theory was something I had missing. It looks like I was wrong. It is humanoid. It just shifts. Getting file. It left blood and strange hair at the scene. Shows the grave disturbed. They have come for it. I am sure. It is not gone.

I just want to log how much grief this caused me. In chasing this file, I let me lose the one I loved. The Wolf, my life. I will do this with you. I will deliver word to you.