#idk. I just can never get third person to work with this story bc Renat is too clinical and Neta's perspective is boring.

[bitchfitch]

A journal was found where the blight is thought to have originated. The cover is plain. The if lost/return page was never filled out. The entries are written in black ink that was smudged by the writer. They were most likely left handed. A hand copy of the first entry has been included. Notes added.

Begin:

I arrived in town this morning, a doctor is always welcome in a slum like this but the people were as giddy as they were distrustful of me. Several comments were made about my poor grasp on the local dialect. Mother would be disappointed to know I apparently failed to learn her tongue.

Note: No town is or was near the source of the blight/where this journal was found. San Rafa is the nearest settlement, there is no "local dialect" associated with the city.

Cont: The locals rely on a priest by the name of Father Remei for the bulk of their medical care. He has no formal training, no prescribing authority, and a dated understanding of disease spread. Still, he seems to know he's in over his head and has given me a room in the clergy house so that I may "assist" him. I presume he will be the one doing much of the assisting work.

I have not seen sign of the blight yet. Father Remei insists I was called to aid in treating the consumption epidemic that is sweeping through. I suspect he knows what I am here for but I have not determined If he will become a brother of shared pursuits or if we will be competing. I hope he knows to mind his own affairs, he is a kind man who would be missed.

End of entry 1.

#idk if im going to continue this #its kinda just an experiment since I dont do first person basically ever #Renat #idk. I just can never get third person to work with this story bc Renat is too clinical and Neta's perspective is boring.