((OOC: Everything written in her journal is in traditional Chinese. English translations can be found below, but they are not there IC))
Date: June 1st 1981
Today I arrived in this forsaken place. People smell of blood here, but I can't help but want to try theirs. This place is horrible. People are constantly fighting among themselves. A pure girl and a wild one are at war. The warden and her staff are useless. They just let the inmates do what they please. I know this may be bad, but I take advantage of this carnage. It's free blood, and who am I to complain?
Date: August 20th 1985
I lost this book... Well, it was in the bottom of the box I never check. I should have known I wouldn't write in this but maybe two or three times year.
The population has been cut in half.
At first this was a wonderful opportunity for fresh pure blood, but now it's just a mess. The ministry has stepped in. They are now helping run this place. I can't tell if this is better or worse.
Date: February 3rd 1986
I heard a weeping coming from the room where the oracle sleeps. I was tempted to look in to see why he was crying, but it was not my place to do so. Besides, to each seer their own paths.
((This page is torn out and wedged between two earlier ones. The date has been scratched out with a pen.))
Today I met an evil woman. Her name is Sicila O’Dair, or so she claims. She smells of blood. The blood that I can smell on her is worse than the blood I first wifed when I arrived here. She calls herself a healer, but I can't imagine her ever helping anyone but herself. Vampires can smell blood a mile away, but I get the feeling this witch can too.