It's Over, You're safe now

[aeshihowl]

Magmalia's Academy for the Gifted.

we aren't sure... we think we may have been assisted, but we're not sure by who, or for what reason. We had had many failed attempts at escape, so we were locked down tighter and tighter, in what we called the Dungeon Lab, until we gave up. We don't know how much time passed in that dissociative haze. Then we had... a particularly... bad day. Yeah, we'll call it that. And we thought, fuck it, let's try again. Not like we have anything else to lose. And we were able to escape. It seemed like every guard was distracted, asleep, or absent from their posts; like every camera was turned off and every door was unlocked. Soon we were breathing fresh air, and soon after that we were running, sprinting away from that awful place.

[HE] left a piece of mail on the receptionist's counter, the only marking on the envelope our name and unit number. It was a photo of us at a street vendor, in the thrift store trenchcoat we stole hours after our escape. We had to get some food... We didn't think [HE] would find us so easily, so quickly............ is he tracking us somehow??? Oh gods oh gods oh gods--