I remember yesterday, back when the world made sense. We were an upstart fashion company dipping our toes into the sale of undesirables. We saw opportunity dangling in front of us, and we grasped at it. I remember those days before, when I only wanted to escape; when I thought the world was kind enough to grant me such a fate.

But now I can see the world beyond the cage, and there is naught but empty void and barren sand.

If I am to be a bird forever condemned to this prison, then I will sing my melodies.

I will find my peace in silence or scorched earth, but I will find my peace nonetheless.

Today my desk is piled with papers and reports, everyone is scrambling, and it seems the world is a few moments away from shattering. Yet here I am, sat alone atop an untouched mansion, the sea behind glass at my back and a pen rewriting destinies in my hand, chaos brewing mere miles in the distance.

The VPD's headquarters has fallen, and the surrounding area has gone with it. I cannot find a consistent estimate on the death toll, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, hundred thousands of lost lives. The motives of the terrorists are still unknown, and their identities are not any clearer. Certain sources claim that they have paranormal abilities, but few specifics have been provided as of now. The attacks seem to have ceased, and we are doing everything we can to provide relief to the victims. A decent amount of survivors are sheltered downstairs, and we are letting in more every second. We have set up a few temporary shelters around the city, but we are struggling to meet the demands. 

I have been looking into recent civilian conflicts with the VPD, but so far the trail runs dry after the whistleblower from a few months back. It is possible that Cruz's efforts spurred on this attack, but that seems unlikely. This amount of destruction in response to a few corrupt officers? Whatever pain that corruption wrought pales in comparison to the hell unleashed by the bombing. It just doesn't add up, and I suspect motives unrelated to Jacob Cruz underly this. Given the time-frame, location, and presence of enhanced individuals, there could be a connection to the recent breakout at Oregon State Penitentiary, but I fail to see why recently escaped individuals would attack the police force of a different country. I've reviewed footage of the attack, but that has not yielded any answers either. It was almost as though we were attacked by ghosts, invisible and unknowable in their true intentions. God help us all.

There's talks of increased militarization in Vancouver and the rest of Canada. I've heard mentions of "The Daedalus Corporation" manufacturing experimental weapons, and it seems to be in our best interest to get into contact with them as soon as possible. We already have agreements with the Canadian Government to distribute military grade weapons and armour, so this seems like an excellent opportunity for us. I have tasked myself with opening up conversations and coming to some sort of agreement. Our supply lines are strong, and I believe we could be mutually beneficial for each other. We will all fall if we stand alone, I can only hope that The Daedalus Corporation sees it the same way.

I am also looking into reopening communications with Shigeru Ohmori and Game Freak, the prospect of supernatural and obedient monsters is certainly enticing at this point in time. Before the attack, I had been experimenting with Special Randy and his ability to follow commands, the results of which have been overwhelmingly positive. In light of the recent terrorist attacks, I think it is in our best interest to establish a partnership (perhaps we should aim to make this a new subsidiary of Sevangeline, as I doubt Game Freak wants to be associated with these endeavours). I am fortunate to have Special Randy with me, as he is perfect for demonstrating the potential of this plan to third party partners. I pray to whatever gods still remain that this goes well. Our world cannot afford many more fractures.

We are faced with dangerous forces, we must be even more fearsome should we wish to remain alive.

The world is changing, and I too must change with it.

Better to live as a warden than die as a fool.

I will find my peace.

In silence or scorched earth, I will find it.

I will find it.