12-10-2025, 10:44 PM
Brackenspire Institute of Thaumaturgy and Technology. BITT for short.
He had a rival in the Institute, Rosslyn Grey. She had a vested interest in his experiment not meeting expectations, I gathered that much. I suspect she jeopardized my resurrection. After I was sealed away, either from guilt, or to get one last jab at Him, she helped get me out of there before washing her hands of me. Not a pleasant woman by any means. But probably the only person I could reach out to now who'd understand.
I can't tell if I'm being paranoid. If the stress from this whole fucked up situation has me seeing things, wanting to see things. But there's a blinking light, in the night, just outside my window. Like something recording.
He had a rival in the Institute, Rosslyn Grey. She had a vested interest in his experiment not meeting expectations, I gathered that much. I suspect she jeopardized my resurrection. After I was sealed away, either from guilt, or to get one last jab at Him, she helped get me out of there before washing her hands of me. Not a pleasant woman by any means. But probably the only person I could reach out to now who'd understand.
I can't tell if I'm being paranoid. If the stress from this whole fucked up situation has me seeing things, wanting to see things. But there's a blinking light, in the night, just outside my window. Like something recording.


