"Welcome" to Sengoku

[Alfred Giordance]

/~/Journal Entry One\~\

I’m still unsure if I should do this, but I know I need to. But, I must keep this a secret. I can’t let anyone else see this journal, no matter what! This town isn’t what it seems; it’s not the perfect town that it looks like. This town is full of monsters. No, not the boogie-man kind of monster, but vampires, werewolves, changelings and so on. It’s them who keep the humans here from running away or spreading the word over phone. Anyone that knows this out of town will be killed and if anyone tries to run away, they’ll be killed too. I…I just can’t take this! I just moved here a week ago and I know that I must explore more of this. Oh no, I hear someone coming. I’ll write more later.

/~/Journal Entry Two\~\

I’m back, but I will just tell you this: I’m not going to tell you my name. If someone finds this while it’s not in my possession, then I won’t be killed…I hope. Well, back to telling you about Sengoku, this horrible little town. In Sengoku, there are humans here and we’re allowed to live, but I don’t know why. Maybe it’s to cause less suspicion about this town or maybe were kept here as food. I sure hope it’s the first one, but, looking over my notes, I think it might be both. Just the other day…my…parents were killed. Some vampire sucked them dry. I…I just can’t stop crying. I’m even crying as I read this, but I must be strong. Or at least, as strong as I can be. I’ve always been a weak child, mentally and psychically. I feel horrible and I feel like I can't tell anyone. Here, it's hard to tell the humans from the monsters. I can't trust anyone here! I’ll be back later, I must take more notes on this town. Maybe I can learn how to tell the difference from monsters and us humans...I hope.

/~/Journal Entry Three\~\

Just the other day Omaine-san, the baker, was killed. Apparently, he had tried to run away. I mourn his death and have shed few tears but I’ve been getting better at being strong. Recently, I have been hanging out at the creek hidden in the pasture. It’s a nice place and I can always tell when someone’s coming. I’m still scared and nervous. I wish I still had a mother to be held by. The other humans here are scared too, I can tell but there are few humans here. Some times I wish more people would come here, but I do not want to have them endure this like I am. I will stop here for the day. I am tired and night tends to be the monsters most active time.

"Welcome" to Sengoku