Recent developments have allowed me to continue my investigations into the despicable Scathewick. It seems that, as it always seems to be, the Bazaar is behind my terrible loss and a certain Master (or should I say Masters) in particular.
But the reasons for this betrayal have completely mystified me. Certainly my time here has shown me no sycophant to the Masters. Since its first issue "The Neathean Review of Political Economy" has hosted my pointed criticisms of the current administration. It is no secret that I am close to some of our most radical and revolutionary thinkers. It was Providence or serendipity that lead me to sense that the Masters were somehow guilty.
Yet, this antipathy arose only long after the slaying of my kin. So what was the purpose of the Master’s cruelty?
I have only one hypothesis. My talks with a certain Moral Moneychanger have led me to believe that the Masters have a form of secret currency that they treasure above all. Other sources have indicated a obsession with the passionate and romantic. So here is my theory: The Masters killed my loved one for the purpose of drawing me into this strange adventure. They somehow consume what has become my twisted love story.
Should I worry that all I have learned has only been through the Master’s allowing me to? My recent progress, directly into the heart of the Bazaar, while expensive, were almost too easy. I have begun to worry for my future…
Does my theory hold weight? Can you conceive another reason for these creatures to be commissioning murders of surface innocents?