It's me, Geisty— actually me 10/3 wink wink

CRYPTID HUNTER'S JOURNAL — LATE ENTRY

The trail has been quiet lately.

Not because there aren't things out there worth hunting. Quite the opposite, actually. The archive is still full of unfinished cases, half-written reports, and creatures waiting patiently for their turn.

The hunter just hasn't had much energy to chase them.

I've been tired.

More tired than usual.

So I've been keeping to the cabin for a while. Letting the equipment gather a little dust. Leaving the journal closed on the desk instead of forcing myself to fill another page just because I feel like I should.

And, honestly, I'm not sure how long that's going to last.

I've been debating whether I want to keep these journal entries going at all. Maybe I'll come back to them once I've had some time to recharge. Maybe they'll become something I write only when I actually have something worth putting on the page.

Or maybe I'll hear something strange in the woods at two in the morning and immediately forget that I ever considered retiring.

Wouldn't be the first time.

For now, the journal stays open.

The hunter just needs a little time by the fire.

— Geisty

Field note: Coffee supplies are critically low.

This is now the most dangerous situation in the archive.

Pray for the hunter.