February 20, 2017
8:43AM

21 Maudbury St, Clarksville Town, Arizona.

I received a letter in the mail already and I haven't been in my temporary apartment for more than 24 hours yet. I guess the importance of the job is priority and I am starting to wonder if I made the right choice.

The Handler owns the Asylum and from a quick search online, this Asylum is does not exist. Military and Government owned, they certainly want this place hidden and no better to appear hidden than appear to be some military base few miles out.

This is meant to be a temporary assignment, my assets valued and highly regarded that I became a first choice to invite here. I am both flattered and nervous. I've been on cases with crime investigations, homicide and otherwise. I have a pretty stellar record, not to brag. But even my record may not assist me well, judging from the Handlers previous expressions and his last comment once he dropped me off.

'Your world and what you believe is gonna change very soon. Bring something to keep your sugar levels up.'

I do not know what to make of that at all.

How criminally insane are the prisoners here? How dangerous is this? I'm glad that my fiancé is safe away back home, though I already miss her greatly.

This should only be a month or two, an enclosed security prison, a non-disclosure agreement to sign my life away for the time I'm here.

This is my first entry for Olympus Asylum. God help me, how many times will I need to write down for my own sake until the worry fades off.

Dr. Zane

P.S. Keep charger with you. I have a feeling I'm gonna need to write a lot these couple of weeks.