Truth

Within the library, you shuffle the documents around some more. A looser piece of paper flies out. upon further inspection, it reads like a journal entry. The initials of the scientist are M.S. but you cannot make out the rest of the name due to natural aging.

“Within my research, I see no way to continue to receive funding from the capital without continuing working on their projects. I am finding it more and more unethical upon seeing the first-hand effects and dangers of the monstrosities roaming due to it. These failed experiments are roaming the earth and terrorizing the ground class. I’m reevaluating my place here, and what impact the future and present have.

I feel that there is good work and potential in my research, but cannot continue under this current-“

the rest is illegible. this is… this is proof. Evidence. History.

This is all, the truth.