Entry 6

Two years later, we unearthed her coffin to confirm her fate. None last that long. Most turn in a year, succumbing to the madness of being buried alive. I struggled with my own madness. Emilia visited my dreams, as a Lost, as a Corrupted, as a spy. In the worst nightmare, she was my daughter. As the nails came out, I tore off the lid. Empty. Had she escaped? Had she been rescued? Turned into a vengeful spirit, or something worse? I knew she would never forgive me. Nor would I. Ten years have passed and I know only despair. Fear pushes me forward, but never lets me live.