I just wanted to make something fun to do for Epithet Erased- and I thought this would be fun!

[DATA LOG 1]

Static.

There’s a flickering of images, of red-coded binary, of a familiar, heart shaped symbol, and then for the briefest of nanoseconds, a searing red dot that eerily looks back. Watching.

But then the static returns just as fast. The video takes a few seconds to focus, but when it does, it seems to be from the perspective of a small camera mounted on rather elaborate desktop set-up, with multiple computer monitors on either side showing various files and live camera feeds. And sitting in front of it all?

A woman of Deepwood descent, typing away on a keyboard with machine-like speed and precision. She brushes away a lock of snow-white hair as she glances at the camera. The room behind her is pitch dark, making it impossible to tell where she was recording this from.

“Alright...”

She clears her throat, moving her hands away from the keys to fold in front of her chest.

“Data Log 1. Today is August 1st, 2020. I am compiling a series of video logs in accordance with several contingency protocols, in the event or events that would otherwise lead to my termination or disappearance. Better safe than sorry, as my father always said. That being said, if you are watching this without authorization...well, I must congratulate you on getting past my firewalls and encryption. Unfortunately, unless you accounted for it, my system is set up to erase all data on this computer the moment its security is compromised. I’m afraid it’s too late to save anything now...”

There’s a small pause.

“...however, if you are still watching...then I suppose I should let you know that these videos contain rather sensitive and confidential information regarding myself and...other matters of which I have not disclosed to many people. For obvious reasons, as you will soon find out.”

Another pause.

“...For what it’s worth, I apologize in advance. It was necessary. ALL of it was necessary. Again--you’ll soon learn why.”

She closes her eyes, and takes in a deep breath.

“...Now then. We’ll start with the basics. I have a pre-written list of simple questions, but for now, I’ll only answer this one and save the rest for other logs...”

[QUESTION 1: Tell us a little bit about yourself! Got a cool nickname?]

“My name is Raychel Athena Blackwell. I am 34 years old, 6′2, and Deepwood/Seaside Race. I am currently a Police Officer of the Sweet Jazz City Police Department--I work in Tech and Data Analysis. As for nicknames...mn. I can think of a few from some of the people I work with. Numbers comes to mind, as well as...”

Sigh.

“...VARIOUS others of a ridiculous nature from a certain juvenile delinquent. I won’t go into them, otherwise this log will be longer than it has to be.”

Raychel hums, leaning back into her chair, looking at another monitor as they do so. “...There isn’t much I can say about myself. I live alone, and I am not exactly a very sociable person. You could say I’m just a rather...private individual overall. It’s something I value, I suppose. Which is...a little ironic, considering...”

...They trail off.

“...Mn. Never mind that. I’ll go into more detail later. I think this is enough for now. End log.”

[END OF DATA LOG 1]

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