My name is Ilse Langnar. I am a graduate of Wings Senior High.
During the past few years, I have dedicated my life to solving the mystery behind the mythical being called werewolves.
What's written beyond this page is everything I have gathered up until this day. I can only hope one day these notes will be usefull to others.
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Werewolves are creatures that are half human, half wolf.
Werewolves live in packs, consisting of the Alpha, Beta, Omega and pack members.
Werewolves believe in the existence of the Moon Goddess. They believe she watches over them all, sendin blessings and signs through chosen werewolves.
The origin of werewolves still remains unsure, but there is one story that rises above all.
In the story, they mentioned that werewolves appeared in the Middle Ages, when royalty ruled over all. However, it did not mention how exactly they came to this world.
A few months ago, a man had written a book with the title Werewolf: Origins. The name of the author remains hidden for his safety.
This book was given an order of extermination a month after it's release.
I knew for a fact the government had secrets regarding this subject, after the order was given.
I was desperate to find out.
Weeks pass by, and I was finally able to find out the name of the author and where he currently resided.
Despite the fact I would have to travel miles to reach it, I did it anyway.
When I reached his home, it was empty. Judging from the condition, it had been abandoned for days, maybe weeks.
The neighbors claimed that the man who lived in there been taken to a hospital one night, not long after the book was published.
What the neighbor said had shocked me even more.
He had been taken to mental hospital.
Did the government order the extermination because the author did not have all his marbles whilst writing it?
Though the facts seem to lead me towards it, my gut told me otherwise.
The contents of the book was carefully written, the explanations long and clear.
I thought something fishy had gone up, and I decided to visit him at the hospital to hear the words from the man himself.
After finding out the name of the hospital, I wasted no time in going there.
But when I asked the receptionist, she claimed that the man had checked out a few days earlier.
I was devestated, but even so, I had accidentally made the correct decision at that time.
After a bit of budging, I was granted permission to enter the facility, just to look around. See what kind of environment he was in.
I spent most of the time sitting at a park bench. A few moments later, a man came and sat down beside me.
In all honesty, he didn't look alright. He was missing an arm and a leg, and he had a bandage covering one of his eyes.
He greeted me, but it sounded weird and distorted.
I planned on leaving, but curiosity got the better of me.
I asked the man his name, and how he was doing.
He seemed to be wary of my questions at first, but then he grew relaxed.
There wasn't much of interest that we spoke, until he mentioned about his amputated arm and leg that caught my attention.
He claimed to have been attacked, and he shuddered when he tried to mention what attacked him.
He was twitching. Mumbling to himself. Making weird noises. Making weird moves.
I asked if he was okay and I was about to call a nurse, when I saw that he had taken control of himself.
Werewolves.
At this point, he had caught my attention too much, and I only had 30 minutes left before I had to go.
I took the risk and asked him about the man that was the author of the book.
The man said that he knew him, and told me he had checked out of the hospital.
I asked him where he went after the left the hospital, and the man quickly told me that he had moved houses.
It wasn't exactly clear, but he gave me his address (which I think is not even allowed, but for the sake of the truth) to his new home.
I thanked the man and left, taking the rest of the day to write down what I had collected in this book.
The next day, I left to go to the address.
His new house was a bit isolated, found at the edge of town, near the woods. I reached his door, and immediately smelled something bad.
I knocked on the door repeatedly, but no one answered. I tried to open the door, and was surprised to find it unlocked.
The door opened slowly, before stopped by something with a thud.
The rotting smell grew stronger, and I had figured out where it came from the moment I stepped inside the house.
There on the floor, laid the author, Grisha Jaeger, his body mangled and twisted, his flesh rotting and filled with maggots.
Judging from his wounds, it didn't look like humans were the one that killed him.
I am writing this as I speak and see.
Across the man's rotting carcass, there was an envelope neatly placed. I am opening it as I write.
There's a letter inside it.
I am reading it right now.
Oh god, this is too dreadful. I am writing the contents of the envelope here.
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Hello, Dr. Grisha Jaeger
How have you been doing?
I'm sorry to hear that you were unfairly kicked to a mental hospital. It must've been dreadful.
So , I see you've started writing again.
Didn't we have an agreement?
I made you my allie, but you betrayed me.
How could you Grisha?
You already betrayed me once, and I was still able to forgive.
But you tried to betray me again.
I let you in the secret of our lives, yet you planned to expose it.
Take notice, that this will not be taken lightly.
Your punishment will be served.
Regards,
KAM
Ps. Turn around.
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The message said turn around at the end, and that is what Dr. Grisha must've done. I have to call the police. This is crucial infor--
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I am in middle of a forest. I don't know how I got here. My head hurts, I must've been knocked out.
There is nothing around me. I am hungry, but there's no food visible.
Wait, I hear something behind me.
I hear words! Someone's speaking to me!
I am writing what I hear.
"Awake I see."
"Not for long."
I am running. I don't know where I'm running to.
He's chasing me from behind. I hear growling.
I am running as fast as I ca---*#&*())_-___-_&$*($-____ ___ -_ _
I skidded and fell, but I am running again.
Dear God, help me.
He's close.
I can almost feel his breath.
I hear a loud snarl.
HE GOT ME!
HE'S POUNCED ON ME
I CAN'T SEE WHO HE IS!
THERE'S CLAWS BESIDE ME!
I CAN FEEL IT POKING MY BACK
I AM ILSE LANGNAR
I HAVE BEEN A WEREWOLF RESEARCHER FOR YEARS
THIS IS MY FINALMOMENT
ICANFELHISJAWSON MY NECKLK
DIRRY LETYOUBEMY LASTWITNESS
HESCLENCHINGO N MYTGROAT
IAM ATTACKEDBY A WER----.---. . . . . . .
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I shuddered as I closed the book, every word replaying in my head.
I glanced at the sun. It must be around 3 pm right now. Levi and Petra would be back soon.
I thought about Ilse's diary again. She had found out that Dr. Grisha Jaeger was the author of the book.
What made me shiver even more, was the fact that Dr. Jaeger was Eren's father.
And now, I know all that time Eren was in the orphanage with me and Armin, his father was still alive.
Why?
Does Eren know?
If I could remember, the news claimed Dr. Jaeger went missing, and written on his will left in his house was that Eren was to be placed in the orphanage where I stayed.
They left it at that.
They never mentioned what happened to him. The police claimed to have found the docter's body a few days later.
I know now that was all a lie.
His death hadn't been far from the release of the werewolf book. And that wasn't too long ago from when I was accepted into WSH.
Was Dr. Jaeger killed because he tried to reveal the truth about werewolves?
I read the diary again, my eyes scanning over the content of the note that Ilse had written.
KAM.
I groaned, my head suddenly hurting. Everything blurred in my sight, the pain making me hiss aloud.
Visions flashed before my eyes. Whispers filled my head as bodies flashed before me.
Kill.
A body of a man flashed before me.
Justify the law.
A body of a woman appeared to me, covered it blood.
My breath hitched as I finally realized who those bodies were.
My parents....
I screeched as another vision flashed passed my sight.
We live to kill.
On the arm of who I believed was my mother, there was letters carved on her flesh.
K A M
KILL!
I gasped for air as the voices stopped abruptly and my sight returned back to normal.
Was that.... a memory?
My head still ached as the voices from before turned into a painful ringing in my ears.
I screamed, covering my ears as I crouched down into a ball.
My ears! My head!! I can't--
(Y/N), breath!
I gasped out of shock, immediately taking deep breaths while I was given the chance.
It's you! Voice!
There was no response from the soothing voice that had saved me weeks ago.
I frowned, clutching my neck as I tried to control my breathing. Why hadn't the voice replied to me?
Hey?
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Nothing.
I shook my head. I was grateful the voice had helped me once again, but Levi and Petra were going to come back soon.
This book needs to be hidden.
Ilse Langnar.
I don't know who you are.
But I am thankful of everything you have done.
You have done what others have failed.
You revealed the truth about Dr. Grisha Jaeger.
And you unlocked a piece of the mystery behind my parents' death.
Now, I know Kam was the one responsible for the death of Dr. Jaeger, my parents, and possibly you too Ilse.
I'll continue what you have started.
I'll find out what truely happened to my parents.
I'll find out about everything about their death, and everything about werewolves.
And I'll make sure to put an end to all of it.
That is my promise to you Ilse Langnar.
And to the God of Wolves, the Moon Goddess.
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I flipped through the pages of the book one last time before I hid it inside my bag.
I reached to the last page, my eyes widening in interest and shock.
Written with small handwriting at the very bottom of the page, was something that made absolutely no sense to me.
Akama??
Ziahra??
Must find out.