John had been at the Minn's insane asylum for half a year since the incident. He was sent here because he had brutally killed three people for no understandable reasons. The incident had shaken the whole Tralon because of its bizarreness and brutality. He bashed three people heads in with a wood plank he found from nearby construction site—John, a 22-year-old librarian without any prior cases of violent actions or any tendency toward it, killed three businessmen that hanging out outside the famous "Lupine Bar".

  The footage from security camera showed he first walked pass the famous bar, stopped when he spotted three victims, and walked back the way he came. Two minutes later, he came back to the scene with a wooden plank in his right hand. He walked straight to his first victim who's laughing about something as he swung the plank at his victim's left temple. The first victim went down immediately. Both of his other victims were rooted to the ground presumably by shocked. And then he swung the plank again at the right temple of his second victim, which made his victim staggered away to the right. He kicked the left knee of his last victim and planted the plank on his victim's forehead with the two-handed swung down. His second victim who still not down yet, screamed for help while trying to run back into the bar, and tripped. John walked to the fallen figure and swung his plank down at the back of the head of his victim. The brutality parts started here. John didn't stop with just one swing, he swung at the head of the motionless body three more times, each with the same if not more force than the last. At this point two bar bouncers saw what happened and started jogging toward him. John, without paused, walked back a little bit to the two bodies he put down and did the same three swings to the head actions as he did with his second victim. Two bouncers were running at him now, each with a pistol pointing at him, they stopped two meters away from him, one of the bouncers mouth moved, presumably shouting at him to drop the plank, he dropped it and put two hands above his head—

  The video footage from a grocery store across the pub ended here. John only excuse in judicial procession was that the three victims he killed weren't humans, they were evil entities that need to be killed on sight, with such an insane claim and the determination in John's eyes when he stated it, his lawyer pleaded insanity and asked the court to put him in insane asylum.

  He knew he was doomed since the first day he got transport here. The entrance, on the deck, and even in the warden's room, about half of jailers he met were them. He was forced to take drugs of unknown origins. They binded him like a mummy and put him in one of the many beds in a dome-liked building. At first night, his head was throbbing like it's gonna explode. He screamed in pure agony, one of them came by to put a gag on his mouth and watched over him with its creepy evil smile all of them had, it's one of the trait they can’t get rid of, when his screams were reduced to only muffing sounds, it seems to satisfy and walked away.

Day 1

I twitched in my restraint, screamed wordless screams, wishing they'd just killed me. But what a senseless dream that was, they knew I knew their secrets, and I killed three of their kind. I never thought that their infiltrations were already to this degree. That they would have already established a place to contain people like me, people who would be considered as insane persons. And now I sufferd the consequences of my own foolishness.

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Day 2

I was forced to take the drugs again. I tried hiding it under my tongue and spat it out later but they somehow knew about an hour later that I didn't swallow the three pills they forced fed me, and boy oh boy they're pissed. They came back with a machine I would called very effective for its purposes. One of them used its right hand to force my mouth open while other one put the long cylinder part of the machine down my throat, it pressed three buttons consecutively and I felt the impact of three pills made contact with my stomach. They pulled the cylinder back out, put a gag back on my mouth and disappeared to the exit of the building. I was fed two times today, first in the morning (or at least that's what I thought, there was no clock around here and the only light sources were from the bulbs above every five beds), and the last was in the night at the time before they shut off all the lights.

  I don’t like my chances here, 70 percents of the patients in this building which house around 1000 beds are already in vegetable state. I guess getting forced fed mind-fucked drugs, binded like a mummy, and left laying on the bed all days had that effect on people—OH! and I just realize after taking a good look at my neighbors that they connected some tube through my asshole and my genital to a tube coming out from the ground too, they probably did it when they knocked me out in the mummy binding process. I guess they didn't want to unbind their prisoners everyday to let them use the toilets.

Day 7

  It's happening again, the excruciating pain shot through my head, I thought it would be more tolerable after the first few times, apparently is wasn’t. I hope I can keep writing this diary in my head but at this rate I think I'm gonna go insane and this place in my head would be destroyed along with my psyche too.

Day 14

  There are no other routines. They did the same things to me every day. They fed me in the morning, forced fed the drugs, fed me again before they shut the lights off. My muscles are getting weaker day by day, I know it because my twitching weren't shaking the bed as much as before. I don't think I'll make it, I hope there are people outside who realized that humanity is compromised and start exterminate these things before it's too late. I thought I've done my duty by killing three of them, I thought they are the last few that successfully infiltrated us. I was wrong, it just that my home area only has a few of them, the real scales are far larger than my guess, this hell of a place is the proof of that.

Day 40

  The dreams, it won't stop, it's always a nightmare. I died every time, again and again. It's too much. I think I'm going insane.

Day 72

  My skins are burning, my breaths are on fire, agonies are my existence, when it's going to end?

Day 112

  HELP ME. make it stop. fuck FuCKk Fiuclk Fujcio.

Day 154

  Kill me.

-Day 181-

  John sat in the corner of his little room in his mind, for some unknown reason his "mind room" was still intact, the room was a 4x4x4 meters cube with a wooden chair and table in the middle of it. John was naked with so many wounds on all of his body, his face full of bruises and cutting wounds, his eyes seem to be the only place left unharmed. John kept banging his head against the wall and muttered phrases "kill me" again and again.

  "Such an interesting diary you got here, John, you don't mind me reading it right?" John stopped banging his head, his vacant eyes seem to get some luster back. He looked up with hope to see a figure sitting on wooden chair with his diary in hands.