Captive's Journal I

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"I felt the eerie sensation that we were being watched. And we were. They came to our camp during the night, slaughtered our gars and dragged the rest of us to their village. The sour smell of rot was rank, knocked me back even more than the sight of those deathly effigies. I've numbed to it now. They separated us into blood stained cages and bandaged the worst of our injuries. First they beat us, then they tend to us, so it seems... Light, what do they want from us?"