I've been found.
Melvina is in the city too. Whether or not any of the family has followed her yet remains a mystery to me, but I am certain of one thing; I must ensure she does not speak.
Temptation is fickle with me, for each time I see her, a yearning sprouts up within me. A yearning for past experiences and... oh! Even writing about it is difficult, and so, I simply won't.
Blast! She'll ruin everything. After nearly a year of my hard work in getting my supplies back, of surviving, of etching out a place in society, only to have her come here filled with knowledge that shall have me killed in a moment? No, this is not good.
And to that extent, I did what I had to. When I saw her shuddering before me, and perhaps even before that when I spoke to her (without a sharp point threatening to poke out her eye) I believe a new temptation came upon me.
Not one to be one with her beauty... but rather, to see, to hear, to experience through senses her emotions. It was wonderful. Master spoke of this, but I don't think I ever really took notice of it until now. The body is like a canvas in itself, and emotions it's paint. So it was that by my actions that I enticed paint to flow from her pores...
The paints of fear.
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