Decemtober 35th, 1789

Hello...

My name is ...

Prisoner number 1,983

I live in the mirror prism

An Alcatraz...but...why am I here?

I was told I was a "Secret weapon"

Oh well...

I was taught how to read and write thanks to my cell neighbor Taylor

She has an adorable pet tail.


I'm writing in dirt right now...which means...you won't exist...

But....don't forget me..please..

~prisoner number 1,983

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