Something's... Wrong, I must admit.
The mayor doesn't seem to recognize where they're at anymore, and I can't remember anything past the day I finally moved here and got my job. But I think it's honestly a good thing, what's the use to these "memories" anyway? From what I can read from these past entries, all I see is hurt, agony, pain... It's too much, isn't it? I asked the mayor what they thought about "memories" and they seemed upset, but told me that "memories are supposed to be great things to cherish for all of your life." but when I told them what memories they cherished, they said nothing.
I told my bosses about this unusual behavior and they said they would fire me if I didn't fix it, so I'm just... Here... Thinking, writing in my stupid journal, wondering how the hell I could get out of here and find somewhere new to live at.
Maybe I can use my money to live in a small city somewhere, or an apartment perhaps... I mean it's not like I'm gonna be able to stay here for long I feel, I am quite surprised they let me stay this long... Or maybe I have been here my whole life? This whole place seems familiar at least, I can't imagine not being here, even though all I do is stay inside all day and do work.
I practically live in this building at this point, don't I?
I know everything to this place, all the exits, all the floors, the amount of windows, the tiniest of cracks and loose panes of glass.
If you were to die anywhere in this place, it would be basement floor 2, top right corner, there is a hole there where many disembodied limbs would be buried there for the local feral creatures to tear your remains clean, I remember this because that is where they discarded the old mayor at. And that might be where I will end up eventually if I do not fix this in time. Or worse, perhaps.
Maybe the only reason I kept that memory is to remind myself that I will lose it all if I cannot fix this once and for all. I must fix this, I must save the mayor.
~ Citrine