Dear… Enya’s Diary.

It’s been almost two months since I’ve been here, and everything just feels so heavy. I don’t wanna be in this dungeon anymore… but I also need to save Pell. And Mr. Bones.

I thought learning necromancy would make everything better, like… easier or something. But now, it’s all just more complicated. Some stuff’s getting harder, and I don’t even know what to do about it.

I’ve lost so many friends already… All of them. Now I’m stuck in this dungeon all alone, and my only “friends”—if you even call them that—are a random skeleton I summoned named Walnut, and then another skeleton who tried to kill me. I’m calling him Dummy D. Dumb Dumb.

Dummy D. for short.

Oh! Today I talked to Custodian through The Grim Pullet, and I unlocked my class, but… ugh… it wasn’t fun. It feels like every time I accomplish something, I get hurt or something goes wrong. First, the dungeon quake. Then losing Pell. Then the demon rat attack. And now this. What’s next? I dunno.

Custodian... He seems… nice? But not like, actually nice? I dunno if that’s the word. I also dunno if dunno is a word. Dunno?

But Custodian. He feels like someone I could talk to though… maybe cause Pell’s not here. I miss how Pell would get annoyed at me… and I miss his voice.

But anyway, Custodian… He feels like those evil nobles in books, you know? The ones with the creepy smiles? But he’s not all bad. I think? Maybe it’s just how nobles talk. And, I guess I’m a noble too, so does that mean I have to start talking like that?

Forsooth! Thou art the Lady Enya, who speaketh wait, no, that’s dumb. Forget it.

Nevermind. I don’t wanna talk like that.

Anyway, Custodian is this guy with a Grim Pullet too.

Oh, right! The Grim Pullet is this cool book I got from my class. It’s weird but awesome!

I became a necrosmith and got it.

The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.

And the book lets me talk to other people who have it too. But it’s weird, because Custodian seems like the only one left who has one. And… he’s not even a necrosmith! I don’t really get what that means? I have some theories… well, maybe they’re more like guesses.

Anyway, I told him my story. About everything that’s happened so far. I didn’t tell everything though. I skipped some details. I don’t know if he’ll be mad at me, but I didn’t want to say everything yet. I’m not really lying… right? Just... twisting the truth a bit? Fiddling with it? You know what I mean. Well, I guess I know what I mean, since I’m writing to myself.

I didn’t tell him that I’m running low on food and water. I still have enough for like, a week, or two, maybe more? People can live without food for longer than that anyway, right? And I’ve got potions and water, so I’m fine. But I gave myself a one-week limit to get everything done. It’s better to have a plan.

I try to think of happy stuff. Lately, that’s been harder though. I remember when Pell yelled at me for calling him “Pee” instead of his name, haha… I don’t think he ever figured out I did that on purpose.

I used to laugh a lot. Used to, I guess

I guess I still feel happy sometimes. Like when I finished engraving that spell onto Walnut’s head. (That’s a long story…) But… it feels so lonely now. I don’t want to be alone. I'm trying to be... Optimistic? I think that's the word.

I have Walnut and Dummy D., and I have Custodian through the book… but two of them can’t talk, and Custodian isn’t even here.

Should I leave the dungeon after all? I don’t… want to lie and say I haven’t thought about it. I have thought about leaving. I think Walnut and Dummy D. could protect me if I grab Pell’s map and just go. But… would Pell be mad at me? Would Mr. Bones leave like that? Why should I get to live when they died? It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair. Its not fair. It’s not fair. It’s not fair. It’s not fair______________________

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I wish I could go back. It’s just me now, scribbling in this book while everything around me is trying to kill me. I don’t even know if necromancers can revive themselves… but… maybe a phylactery would be useful, but I'm not sure if I can make one of those yet.

I don’t know anymore. I know I said I’d give myself a one-week limit… Technically, I should be able to live without food for longer, but again, I don’t know!

Maybe I should ask Custodian… Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I can’t tell him about anything about food or water. ARGH!! I just—

Fine… if after a week I don’t… find any solution, then…

Then I’ll leave. Maybe... Maybe I can find some help outside before the dungeon collapses...

If someone is reading this… I hope my next diary entry is about reuniting with Pell.

If it’s me reading this… I hope you saved Pell. Please. Save Pell.

Love? Enya.

P.S. (Is this how you use this? What does it even mean?) I wanted to try writing into The Grim Pullet, but… I don’t want Custodian reading my diary. (That’s creepy.)