I need a network. The revolution is better off with friends than without. I got their contacts. Soon I will invite them to join me. Together we can change the system. Together we can beat the cycle. The time for mans destiny to be ruled by fools is soon to be over. 

I will make a move soon. Create a group. I think I will call it the "Organization for the Obscure". I will continue to attend contracts and become stronger while meeting those that one day will be my allies: or my enemies.

Those that I have already met are interesting.

Aria Vulvokov seemed to be airheaded but powerful and a freer spirit than most I have seen. 

Jio Frando is working towards his own goals, driven by thirst and hatred and a grand idea of himself. He is powerful I will give him that. Together we could make a powerful force. 

Feng Giu is the soul of artist if i have ever seen it. Someone that creates rather than destroys is necessary for balance.

I long forward to working with them again. 

Downtime Journal – Jio Frando
Status: Recovering

Hospitals. I hate them. The smell, the lights, the humans pretending they’re in control. Still, I needed one. When that woman exploded—literally exploded—during Lucan’s CPR attempt, I caught a face full of shrapnel and lost two fingers. Reattaching them was... unpleasant. The doctors said I was lucky. I beg to differ.

The healing’s going well. Supernatural resilience helps. I’ve been keeping to myself in Prague, recovering in the quiet. Reading, studying. Watching the night pass. The girl’s face still lingers. Not the fear—the stillness. She reminded me of myself once. Maybe still. It's a shame we weren't able to save her, but it's not like it's our fault she had a bomb stuck in her.

Lucan’s death has weight, but I won’t wear it. He chose his end. That’s more than most get.

I’ve started looking into hourglass symbols. Cults. Prophecies. If there are more like Henry, I’ll be ready. The world doesn’t need another monster.

I need a team. Should these "contracts" continue, I won't be able to survive on my own. I need contacts, supports, intel, pilots, and more. I've come up with a genius plan though. I've posted a puzzle to various internet forums, boards, and social media sites. The puzzle leads to clues, the clues lead to puzzles, and those puzzles lead to even more clues. At the end of this puzzle is an offering. An offering to my team: An organization I'm forming of likeminded individuals set on taking down the corporate corruption rampant in throughout the world. I plan on recruiting likeminded individuals and additional talent - such as pilots, hackers, and soldiers. With the additional support provided by this organization, I'll be able to start waging a war. A people's war. A war against the horrific corruption and injustice that has done nothing but cause pain and suffering for people worldwide.

Back in the red dust of Sedona now. I’ve been staring out at the rocks, same ones that shaped me, feeling them speak to me in silence. After Frozen Sawlid, I thought I’d be eager to jump back into the grind, but I’ve spent these weeks still as stone, letting the quiet harden something inside.

Losing the hand… that’s not something you walk away from clean. It’s not just the pain — it’s the imbalance. Felt like my center shifted, like I was a leaning tower waiting to collapse. So I trained. Not just muscle. Foundation. Learned to move again, learned to fight again. Taught my body to flow around the missing piece. Reinforced my stance, grounded myself. My strikes now echo from the earth, not just from force.

I’ve been meditating, too. Not the lotus kind — more like cracking open my past. The curse that made me this way still hums under my skin. I think I’m starting to hear its rhythm. Maybe I can make it my own.

Verso checked in. Said time’s still on our side, but barely. Told her to give it a minute. I’m not done building. The next time a door explodes beneath me, I’ll be ready.

Slippers are holding up, by the way.