Dear… Nyarl…Wh…what happened?
I felt woozy this morning. As if I had did the Interrogation Examination again.
I don’t know what went wrong yesterday.
Th-the last thing I remember was giving Farku and Marcos cookies to keep them from asking about my backstory… then soon after, they started…
…Flexing.
Th…their muscles… were huge… and thiiiicc.
I-I don’t know why but I couldn’t help but stare… Aaaah, I-I think I was even drooling in front of them. S-so unsightly of meeeee!
... You see Nyarl, I have a bad mental condition.
Every time I see muscles, I-I tend to phase out. I don’t have control over what I do or say in the hours where I am affected. I-I think I have a natural confusion status towards muscles (>///<)
… I hope I didn’t up and expose myself saying stuff that I was a member of an intelligence group, a spy working in Blackstaff to investigate some corrupt nobles… or who I really was…
………………….I don’t know Nyarl. My body is aching… I wonder if anyone did weird things to me while I was out?
I can’t check… down there… because as a Spy, I have to do ‘favors’… Yeah…
I know, I’m a dirty girl (>///<)
B-but it was for the sake of world peace! A-all those rough nights and embarrassing positions should count for something, right!?
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