October 14th, 2018
Collège de St. Cyr
Serpens Hall
Moon in Sagittarius - Waxing Crescent
I toss and turn in bed, unable to sleep, the words repeating in my head. Tom's text, letting me know Brian Emerson's passed away after six months in a coma. Victim of a brutal assault, a robbery gone wrong, apparently. So this is why none of us could reach him. This is why he wasn't at Darren's funeral. It still does my head in, though. Of our old group, only Tom and I remain, now, and Tom seems terrified. I called him as soon as I got the text; he was skittish and elusive at best, questioning why we were all dying. Speaking as if we're being hunted one by one.