Ettie Bosket is getting very desperate! At this very moment, I am standing over the corpse of another poor soul she's killed off in an attempt to create a monster. The poor sod died from extensive manipulation done to his organs and tissues. It's rather a complete mess. A large blob of red and flesh meat, and white fat hanging about here and there.
Disgusting, but inevitably inside us all. The abhorrent result of manipulation gone bad, I suppose. The body's age was only twenty. So fresh, so young. Just starting out in adulthood probably, a farmer, by the looks of his clothes. Well, the parts of his clothing that remain.
I found nothing resembling identification, nor did I find any circular objects on him. Probably unmarried, and while I could try to fix his face, or what's left of his face, I'm not sure if I could place all the bits back in the right places to make it recognizable.
Regardless, a missing report will probably show up soon, not that I'm all concerned about this anymore. She's almost in my grasp now, and if this monster had succeeded in forming, it might have delayed me, but only for an instant longer. Lucky me, I caught the soul before it could re-inhabit its old body. Nice and snug in a crystal. I'll be sure to take it back to the Keepers, along with the body of Ettie Bosket.
I suppose I should inform someone of this body so that it might be cleaned up. Hopefully, there will be someone along the way. If not, well, I came upon the body. The chances are, someone else will too.