Entry 12

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Honey, I suggest you write every one of my words perfectly or you will no longer have the hands to write with.

I had to lock Anderson in the control room, the filthy Siren was more powerful than our last encounter. Not powerful enough.

Don't you snarl at me, keep writing.

'Can I kill this one?'

Doesn't bother me, as long as you make it painful.

This is the first Siren we'd come across although we'd definitely improved on the amount of mermaids we'd slaughtered. Fade seemed to attract their attention.

We had a little less than two days left, we'll be there soon.

I don't like you at all. You don't get a name or a fingerprint you noisy bitch.

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