⛧(The following is a recording sent through a faulty HOH emergency radio.)⛧ Audio: Dammit. Goddammit. I can't do this anymore. It hurts too much. Please, god, someone come get me. I'm not a creature, please, it's still me. You- you should be able to track my location with this, unless it's really that busted, but please, please somehow, come get me. I've tried my best. I've done everything I can for this organization. I had my reasons; I can't say that it was out of pure selflessness, but I've devoted my life to this. A life that I don't want to end now. I'll d-e out here. Please. I can't end in the way that mother did. I told her, told my father, told myself, that no matter what, I'd stay human. I'd keep my consciousness, and work to find a way to make sure these things don't happen. I don't want to fail. It's the last thing I have left to live for. House of Horrors, or whoever manages to listen, I need help. I've never been good at saying that, but if there was time to admit it, it would be now. I'm rambling. I feel these damned mushrooms growing from my skin, and it hurts too much to keep a train of thought. I like to think that I'm strong willed, but I'll collapse if it keeps hurting. My sanity is dwindling. There's only so long you can go in the body of a creature that you've become before losing it. I've never been a religious man, but I pray that you'll get here before I become dangerous. I don't want to hurt anyone. Please don't let me hurt anyone. *The recording ends.*
