I’m really sorry St. Clair, I’m really really sorry. I wish I could tell you about what happened, or show you this blog, but I wasn’t allowed to. The Judge is always watching. I can see The Prosecutor following other people around, digging up more secrets, dragging more dark things into the light. It smiles at me every time I pass by.

Please, stay in the dark. The light is bright, the light is blinding. The light brings only pain. Don’t let Them find you. I’d warn you properly if I could, really, I would.

But I couldn’t. I was only allowed to write, not tell.

Now I’m not allowed to write. He wants my computer.

Now I’m only allowed to hope that you find this, that you read this.

I’m sorry.