You know... I honestly expected more. Secret notes, breaking into /S/'s home without leaving evidence... yet here he was, barging into glass doors like an amateur. The guy wore a black business suit, a hat, and some kind of black plastic mask. His eyes were blue. I have to admit, the little git is stronger than he looks - just by running into a door, he broke it. I reinforced door. All the security deterrents didn't work on him.
The Stalker smacked me. Really bloody hard. I'll get him for that. But before those useless army pricks The Agency sent us could react, he'd left a file on S's desk, and run back out the broken doors, into the arms of his Master. The Giant was just... there. Impassive. Every time I've seen it "in person", I could feel it's mood. You could tell if it was angry, or... something else. I'm not sure how to phrase it. But what I saw there felt much more like the old stories that S is researching.
Inhuman.
Inescapable
Inexplicable.
The Document.
It's full. Of pictures of Jennifer. S has locked himself away. I think he's crying. In the interests of privacy, I won't show you all the images. They're beyond stalker-ish. They all have date stamps and are mostly full of distortion. Date stamps read between 2007 and last month. She... doesn't look good. Her eyes are tired and she looks very thin. and cold.
We think Jennifer is in a basement. Concrete floor and walls. And since all the photographs seem to show the same surroundings, it's reasonable to think she hasn't seen much else in the nine years since her disappearance. She's also surrounded by a circle of black leaves in most images.
Other items were (surprise, surprise) some black leaves, and the following photo:
I need to go. I think S is about to leave his
-CJ <3
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