ENTRY #17

When I came in today, I found someone reading my journal. For a moment, it disturbed me. I know I have no expectation of privacy. That is impossible here. But sometimes I forget.

Fortunately, I have no secrets. Only questions. Questions to which I may never know the answers to. Such as why do the demons throw people into the void? Why do they suck the life out of them? Why do they burrow? Amongst hundreds of millions of dead, why was I chosen?

Mercutio doesn't concern himself with such matters. He has a job to do and he gets it done. That's what I like about him.

ENTRY #16

If there is a god, I hope I can someday meet him, her, or it so I can ask what the point of this horrible existence is.

ENTRY #15

There was a particularly fierce battle today. Usually Mercutio and I can handle the demons, but this time we needed help. Fortunately, it came in the form of Ching Shih. There wasn't time to talk, so I didn't get a chance to learn anything about her, but she was quite adept at her job. I wonder how long she's been here.