Log Entry: 16.10...

Subject: Varo

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Species: Unknown - assumed werewolf variant

Researcher: Dr. Elias Marrow

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If you find this... listen carefully. I don’t know how long I have left—he’s here. Varo... is here. The curse—it's not just a myth or superstition. It’s real. He... he is real.

We thought we could understand it, could contain it. We were fools. Once the curse latches onto you, it does not loosen its grip. It digs deep, a splinter in the mind, whispering... promising escape only to tighten its hold with every breath. Varo is not a creature of flesh and bone, not entirely. He is... something else, something ancient, something hungry. His eyes—they see everything, even when they shouldn’t.

I thought I was safe in the lab, behind walls, cameras, lights. But he moves through them, through the dark, as if reality itself bends around him. I hear him. Claws on the floor, slow... deliberate. He likes to savor the fear. The air grows colder wherever he walks. Even now, the temperature in the room is dropping. He’s close.

I can feel his presence, like a sickness clawing into my thoughts. They don’t tell you that part—the way he invades your mind, planting thoughts that aren’t yours. Dark thoughts. Thoughts that make you question if you were ever alone to begin with.

Varo is the shadow that follows, the whisper you can’t quite hear, the eyes just out of sight... You don’t run from Varo. You can’t. He lets you think you can. He enjoys the chase. The sound of your pulse... it draws him like a scent, and the fear... the fear only makes him stronger. I tried to escape once, in the dead of night. Thought I’d made it to the gates... until I saw him, standing there, waiting. Smiling.

If you’re reading this, you’re already in his sights. He’s part of this place now, this cursed space, bound to the echoes of every scream that’s ever been silenced within these walls. And soon, you will be, too.

There’s something I didn’t want to believe... about the curse. They say that if you look too long into his eyes, if you allow him into your mind... he doesn’t just kill you. He becomes you. He keeps you trapped within him, another voice in his chorus of despair. Forever.

I... I can feel him. The walls are darkening... his shadow, it’s slipping closer. My hands... they’re starting to shake, my heartbeat—he likes that sound. It’s all he wants.

I tried... I tried to warn you. But now... he’s here, behind me. Watching. I can feel his breath, cold as the grave. He’s... smiling.

The lights are flickering. If you can see this... turn back. Don’t let him catch you in the dark. Don’t look into his eyes. Don’t... please, for the love of all things, don’t let him in.

End Log.

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