The box is still unopened. Whatever sick joke fate is playing, it's getting old fast. At this point, it might as well be Pandora's little keepsake, holding all the reasons my life keeps spiraling downhill. Fun times.

The Poe Cup is up and coming later this week. It's a very important moment of Nevermore culture. I don't plan on joining, but Xavier is definitely committed to it, even though I hear Bianca's dorm has won every single game so far. How? Who knows, rules don't apply once your boat touches the river. 

I turned.... I haven't turned in a long time, since It first happened months ago. I blacked out, and still can't remember, but I know I did. I woke up naked in the woods, had to grab my spare set that I'd never thought I'd have to use again so I didn't strut my junk around the campus. I don't know how long I was out, but it was thankfully long enough that the flimsy excuse I gave Weems worked, and I was never questioned further as to where I went.

It feels..... wrong, to keep this from them, it makes the Hyde stronger. Every night, I hear his whispers growing louder and louder. But, I can't tell them, they'll think it was me that killed Rowan, and I'll once again be imprisoned for a crime I didn't commit.

Or... did I?