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OCTOBER 6TH 0930 HOURS
The walls are getting even more messed up the higher I climb. Some
of the stuff hanging from them… some kinda animal remains? I can
hear noises coming from above; it could be more of those creatures.
There’s still no sign of the ceiling. Some of the rooms on
this floor have signs of life in them: rotting food, soiled blankets.
I think I was right; I think this place was some kind of
prison. But there’re no bars, these rooms are just open so it
doesn’t make sense. I’m so tired of climbing these endless stairs,
but I HAVE to keep going.

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