The world seems grey. No red, no colours. It used to be bright and crimson. Now, it's all dim like. Greys and browns. Like mud and dirt. I miss the red.
Willow's gone. Again. Guess third time's not the charm in this case.
A woman — a vampire — named Drusilla arrived. I got a hold of her dreams when she was under and discovered that she is wholly a demon — there is no soul inside her, and she does not want to stop killing.
For the safety of the community, I have turned off the part of her brain that desires to kill. Her bloodlust. Someone should monitor her.
Going for a long walk. Try not to miss me too much.
Sound familiar?
I may have misplaced my card on "sorry my younger self did X and now you're upset about Y, how about we do Z?" Diplomacy! That's your thing, isn't it?
Has the future always been such a mess?
Best not answer that last one.