A Shabby Attic
Are these people blind to my efforts to warn them against their Fate? Could they really be so ignorant about the deaths of one of their number that they simply don't notice when one is pinned to an alleyway wall? I find nothing in the News about it. Perhaps it was just suppressed? The Magician deserved his cruel Fate, and while I do not take any pleasure in it, my hand was guided by the threads to do what was necessary. Perhaps the Priestess will show more to the masses of...of...cattle that live in this city. I can feel my own String coming nearer and nearer, but with some hope, I might be able to avoid my demise.
I must get this message out. The Priestess will have to be found publicly.
A pale and shaky hand places the quill back into the inkwell before it closes the journal once more, marking it's place with a single Tarot Card, The Fool.