...He's gotten worse. He has been here off and on for a few years now. Today was the second time since he's been admitted again. We walked in and stopped him before it was too late. He's extremely unstable and a danger to everyone around him. He's not even a ticking time bomb; he's a crudely made one that'll go off at the slightest movement. Last time he was here I got him to be damn close to a normal functioning human being. I asked him to start writing down a journal to keep track of his progress. I fear I was greatly mistaken. I've been flipping through his daily entries and I've found numerous red flags already. I can only interpret grandiose delusions from his writing. The worst part is all the imagery of pain and death. It gets worse the further on he writes. I must say the Latin words did send a chill down my spine. I believe if we were to go by his writing then it's safe to assume his dissociative personality disorder has returned...I've researched the Latin words he wrote down. He mistook dairy for diary and was probably describing himself in that nonsensical phrasing. Really up until that point the writing, while unsettling, was still in the realm of fiction and storytelling. Then he went into a spiraling depression. I suspect it was his long absent father's death that sent him into this series if episodes. From my countless talks with him over the years it was apparent that he was deeply damaged by his mother's accident and father's disappearance at such a young age. He was always wishing to meet an absent father that only grew to unrealistic proportions in his mind. They were expectations that no person would ever be able to fulfill. That was something I continuously went over with him...I first met him after an incident that occurred during his adolescence. He was quite under aged so they didn't throw the book at him hoping to make an example. The two incidents mirror each other in quite a number of ways now that I think of it. They involve someone's death that was close to him. He goes off the rails and we throw him in the soft room. His cries within that room got to me and I agreed to let him have a more customary room for our facility. The room was set with a bed and a barbed window overlooking our yard. Now he just stares out the window looking out with unfocused eyes...

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…Yes, I know. We have to keep him from discovering what he is...I disagree. We have to keep him writing in order to know what the evil one plans are. As long as we keep him inebriated he has no control over his abilities. He can't hurt us, but the horned one can and that's why we must know what kind of plans he has...She however, is a much greater threat. I can see her influences in his thoughts increasing as his journal goes on...Yes, I believe that she made him kill his father.