The London Dungeon looks like a torture museum, the kind of place my dad would love, and a place I would love too. I hope he’s here, I really do.
This is the only other place I could think he’d be. I guess he was kidnapped and taken to the human world, but I could be wrong. I’m normally not right.
Am I doubting myself now? I don’t want to be lost like my dad. Why am I feeling like this? I’ve never really been confident, but now it just seems like every bit of it is gone.
Demons aren’t all scary after all, just look at me hopeless, scared, giving up.
