I've become aware that using the relic costs the user a terrible price. It slowly consumes their soul. I'm not imagining it. I can feel myself gradually getting weaker. I will try to avoid using it for as long as I can until I find a way out, but I'm starting to lose hope. Maybe there is no way out. Maybe this is hell. Everyone & everything here is a nightmare, so it makes sense. Was I a bad person? Did I do something unforgivable? What torments me more than the monsters is that I can't remember anything! Bierce seemed to know something previously. I saw it in her eyes. Now the relic has brought me to an evil circus. This is not going to go well. I don't like clowns. I can already sense there are a lot of them here. I know their soul type. They are the wretched people that liked to troll. They spent their lives antagonizing & provoking others with a twisted pride. The actions of small-minded cowards. Causing misery to others was just a source of amusement for them. Now they are cursed to exist as the twisted little clown gremlins that they always were. One of many and eternally part of the circus.
-E