The Malleus Mortuis: Hammer of the Dead

Be my time soon. Can feel it. Little things. Memories fading. Color is unnatural. Made a face that set the butcher’s apprentice to fainting. Didn’t mean to. It’s the burial experiments that did it. Each one took its toll. Each corpse took a little strip of me with it. Cunning buggers. They played the long game. Nothing for it. Going to lie in the hole. Face down. Hope for the best… -Oliver Ashwell