Zavier Lipovski’s journal entries,
pages one to ten.

'01/07/2004.
Today I heard my father has passed away,
President Kuznetov was being vague about
what happened. There was some sort of
incident at the location of Die Parasiet
Enterprises, which was where my father worked.

He claims he does not know what happened,
and I am sure that may be true to some extent.
But the information I am getting from
Mr. Court is vague as well. There is something
incorrect about these circumstances.
But I am not in a position where I should
question this.

What matters is, I am now responsible for what
used to be his occupation, which is the reason
I started this journal. Like my father I want to
document and keep track of my days and
experiences, to make sure I do not miss or forget
anything of significance.

My shift will start in a week. Mr. Court gave me
some time to recover from my loss,
I am not upset about his death
so this is an inconvenience for me.
I’d prefer to just begin my work rather
than be stuck in my home for a week.'


'02/07/2004.
I have begun to do research for my new career.
My father was a researcher, and his skill would
be put to use by researching a phenomenom that
is generally called "A Parasite"

His work was more intriguing than I thought.
As much as the parasite isn't an interest of mine
I do not mind researching it for myself. Not
much is known of it, which will make my work
worthwhile. I do not like wasting my time.'


'03/07/2004.
I have not done much, I admit I slept through
most of my day due to how late yesterday
had gotten.

My dinner consisted of takeout, it was mediocre.
The service was poor and it smelled suspicious.
I ordered rice with vegetables. It didn't taste
good. I called the manager after my poor
experience and got told to “Please die”.

I did in fact eat it, but I did not enjoy
this experience.'


'04/07/2004.
The restaurant closed down, people got very ill.
Someone died from food poisoning. I feel fine.

I have yet to see what my father's researches
were like. All physical copies were destroyed
in the incident, at least that is what Mr. Court
claims happened. I have yet to know what said
"incident" entails.'


'05/07/2004.
Misha Brittone, a colleague from the office
called me today. Apparently not only my father
had passed in the incident, he had recieved news
of his own father having suffered the same fate
as mine. He made the effort to call our two
colleagues who's fathers worked in the same research team.

And confirmed they had all passed away as well.

Now I know that Misha, as well as Andrei and
Sutton will be working alongside me.
I have known them for several years now,
I think having them work in the research
will be beneficial. It is a pleasure to know
I will work with them still.

Unlike me however Misha struggled a lot more
with his father's death. He spent his days at
his other father's home to cope with the loss.

As much as I am not a social person, I spoke to
him until he left to rest. We read through his
father's studies, which seemed to help. After we
said our goodnights I spoke to Mr. Court to
arrange a contract where Misha would be allowed
to see his father weekly.

Usually those who start work in the presidential
building are not allowed to leave it without an
official reason. but I managed to convince him
to make an exception.'


A news article is included in this journal page,
It read as follows:

'MAN FOUND DEAD AFTER EATING AT PERTHLOCHRIAN TAIL RESTAURANT

PERTLOCHRY, PRESIDENTIAL TAIL.
When a delivery worker decided to have his meal
he wouldn't have expected it to be his last
A middle-aged John Doe was found dead not far
from the Pertlochrian gate.

Witness stated that he had probably eaten
at the new restaurant
"I would die too if I ate there,
I got sick walking in"
he said in a manner we assumed was meant to be a joke.

Evidence shows this to be true,
the investigation on how this could have happened continues.'

Next page, the journal continued.


'06/07/2004.
My new occupation will begin tomorrow; I look
forward to it. I do not like sitting around
my home.

Before this I would spend my days at my office
job, which was just as under stimulating as the
days I am spending at home. I do not mind
mindless work if I am not wasting my time on it,
unlike my days spent mourning.

I have packed everything in my home, I do not
have much, the packing was done within an hour.
Clothes, files, a couple of notebooks, I do not
own a lot of value. This home is just like any
other apartment, and I am sure I won’t miss
it when I move to live in the presidential home.

I have heard rumors of the Presidential building,
one of which is that the food is of higher
quality. I do not put worth in food but I want to
avoid the risk of death. I will inform Mr. Court
he should keep a closer eye on who enters the
Perthlochrian tail. Unique individuals are a risk
when their intentions are unclear.'


'07/07/2004
Today was my first day. We got informed that we
will do our research in the Presidential
building's basement.

It looks very much like a basement, there isn't
much left of the wallpaper and the floor is
nothing but cement, pipes are visible on the
walls. The preparations seemed to have been last
minute. Mr. Court did however prepare our rooms
to be liveable and apologized for the state of
our new living environment. I am fine with just
a bed and carpet flooring, so this was no issue.

Misha did not quite feel at home, it was obvious.
Andrei seemed as excited as ever. He is the type
to snicker when he is enjoying himself. When you
hear a laugh that does not quite leave the mouth
you know he is pleased. I doubt Sutton had much
of an issue with the place, he seemed more
concerned with his bags full of merchandise.

Someone I did not recognize had joined too, who
seemed sickened by the environment. I noticed
he threw up in his mouth during our tour. I am
certain he has germophobia. We are all different.

Once we were done viewing our new rooms and
stored away our belongings we would be shown
the laboratory. Unlike the rest of the basement
there were more preparations made here.
Most notably, it was clean. Which put the
newcomer at ease.

Mr. Court would explain the research, we will
be experimenting on artificially grown parasites.
This is why the stranger has joined us,
Lionel Elmond.

He was recommended by Winifred Stapleton
for this task. He was a student of its who has
experience with the human development inside
the womb, he was taught about the parasite's
development before he came to work with us.

Winifred Stapleton is a well known figure in the
parasite field, it founded the first hospital
that had both experience and care for parasites
back in 1904, which was before the parasite
information sheet was published to the public.

It now has partnerships with hospitals all across
Evermore, and it remains CEO of Lochwell state
hospital till this day.

We will be partnering with Winifred Stapleton
for this research, since our results will be
flawed due to unnatural circumstances. It will
be analyzing our methods and discoveries by
testing on parasite volunteers, it shall then
report the results back to us

Our objective is to make an official detailed
report on the parasite, to offer Evermore
clarity on what the parasite is and is not.
We will also aim for medicine and healthcare
for parasites, since the research on their
illnesses and disabilities is recent, therefore
it is lacking crucial information.

My colleagues would be tasked to research
alongside Lionel Elmond, but I was granted
another task. I will be supervising the research,
meaning I will decide their schedule, look over
the work they do and be the main source of
contact for requests towards superiors, such as
Mr. Court and Winifred Stapleton.

Me and my colleagues will take the time to settle
into our environment properly tomorrow.'


'08/07/2004
Today was spent unpacking for the most part.
Misha came up with the idea to help one another
unpack to keep eachother company. Lionel did
not participate, however my office colleagues agreed.

We started with Misha's room, he had a lot of
belongings of personal value, including stuffed
animals. However he seemed secretive about one
of his boxes. I haven't been able to see what
it included. But I doubt it is anything shocking.

Sutton's room was more of a challenge, he
decided to take along his whole
manga collection. Although that was not
the issue. Andrei kept reading them to embarrass Sutton which led to
yelling, slapping and throwing. In the end Sutton
seemed happiest with most of his belongings
thrown onto the floor apart from his
"collectibles". We left the room a mess.

Andrei's room wasn't any trouble, the most he
took along were some oddities. He had an old set
of medical tools, some of which in proper
condition for usage. He had no desire to decorate
so we were done quickly.

Lastly we did my room, which is right by my
office. I insisted I had no desire to decorate
my room, so we used my office to store away my
belongings instead.

Misha was the one to find something which I had
forgotten I mindlessly packed. I owned a camera,
it was given to me by my father on my 18th
birthday. It isn't anything of quality, it was
unusually made compared to other cameras at
this time, so my guess is it used to be something
personal to someone once.

Although the camera works quite well, I never
found a reason to use it. Misha suggested I could
use it for video journals. Which I agreed with,
it is a good idea to use footage to make the
documentation of my researches more accurate
compared to my writing.

When we finished up all our work Misha was once
more the one to encourage spending even more
time together, we ended up decorating one of the rooms
to be fit for a break room. Lionel did help this
time, He didn't us want to touch his belongings.'


Camera recording
Video one

08/07/2004

The recording begun close up a face of a young
man, unpleasant noise from moving the camera
around muffled any other sound that may have
occured outside of the camera at that moment.

He was struggling with the device, his upturned
narrow eyes that resembled almonds stared
straight into the lens. This was until eventually
he backed away, giving opportunity for the
camera to focus and reveal more of who was
struggling only the moment prior to backing
away from it.

His hair was blonde and wavy, his face
completely expressionless as he sat with his
arm by his sides. He was not nervous, you could
tell he wasn't uncomfortable. However, his
neutral position was just so lacking of any sort
of personality it felt awkward to look at.

He spoke, a calm and collected tone in his voice
"My name is Zavier Lipovski" he introduced
himself, his accent made it clear he was not used
to speaking this language. He continued.
"I have decided to use this camera for
documentation purposes"

This statement was followed by an
uncomfortable silence, the man stared without
another word. Not even a movement as he sat in
front of the screen. Only to continue what he had to say
suddenly, without any further indicator he would
proceed to add onto what he said.

"My colleagues and I are researching the
parasite. The sub-species of human with an
organism resembling a black larvae of sorts
developed alongside the human brain. I've made
a written document of what is known of it
yesterday. This information came from the
information sheet Richmond Addington
published of his researches."

Once more, he stared quietly. As if he didn't
quite have a grasp onto pauses between his own
sentences. Making them unpleasantly lengthy.
"Die Parasiet Enterprises's aim is to expand the
knowledge of this parasite to positively develop
public opinion and healthcare. I will take video
of anything of significance."

It barely took a second for Zavier to end the
recording once he was done speaking, he
seemed to have learned from his previous struggle.