Journal Entry 3: March 8th, 1923

Yeah yeah Dr. Morrison. I didn't write an entry yesterday. I know you're probably reading this.

I got so tied up with work I didn't even have a chance to go home. Practically woke up, went to the office, then worked and slept there until this morning. This whole cult thing is a mess.

They call themselves The Omen Seekers.

Because that is a normal name for people.

They seem to believe that some specific person is going to be born.

Some person who will be able to see the future. But not just a single future.

Oh no, they're crazier than that.

Somebody who can see EVERY future.

Supposedly this person will be the savior of humanity or some crap like that.

I'm scheduled to go down to their headquarters, which is a secret place in the back of some random clock store.

I will definitely be cautious, but man I think this is the most real case I've had since I started. The first time they've given me something worth a damn.

I went home and got changed into more conservative clothing, putting on a large trench coat that covered my very tight dress. I couldn't wear something baggy or revealing since I might have to get physical. Give them the least amount of stuff to grab onto or use against me.

I took one last look at myself in the mirror. I had my long blonde hair pulled up into the tightest bun I possibly could right on top of my head, not letting any strands hang free to be grabbed.

I opened my coat to check on the weapons I'd be taking with me.

A small baton I had stolen from one of the other officers. I doubt he even noticed it's gone.

A small revolver full of six bullets, but that was all I had. Carrying anymore would cause too much noise.

And finally, a makeshift knife made from a piece of broken car metal. I made it when I was younger, seeing a car crash as a child sure does do things to your mind.

But you already know about that Dr. Morrison.

I took a deep breath and sighed, grabbing a hat to put on top of my hat and cover the top of my head. I buttoned up the coat and pulled it up to cover the lower half of my face, only making my eyes visible without any makeup to make them look less feminine.

I posed and tried to make myself look bigger, but that didn't really do much.

I didn't think it mattered too much. Hopefully the cult isn't just fat people, or else I won't be able to get in.

But hey, it'd make fighting them easier. Just gotta run around and they'll be taken out.

Well enough writing for now. I'll write down what I see if I get back.

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