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Day 8, a quarter ‘til Noon: I’ve been hiding out in my apartment ever since the incident. The other tenants on my floor have all ceased to make noise, and I know why. They’re definitely dead; there’s no other explanation. When that...thing came down from Floor 72 and started to squeal, I was fortunate enough to make it back to my room before it saw me, unlike the others. I heard their cries through my locked door, and could almost feel the snapping of their bones as that behemoth slaughtered them. Unfortunate for my sanity, I did catch a few glimpses of the beast before sealing myself away: It’s eyes were pitch black, and it’s clothes reminded me of a sleuth of some sort...but I know it wasn’t human. It looked far too stodgy, its bulky arms taking hold of Anon before tossing him to the ground. A great leap followed, and the very earth seemed to quake as it slammed down, full force, painting the walls with his viscera. The horror will never leave me, same as the image of its red tie is burnt into my retinas, akin to staring into a vengeful sun. I just hope I will live to tell my stor—
