Dear Journal,

It has been years since I had wrote in one. I'm currently Incursio-infused while I am in my right mind I figured I would leave this for my friend just in case I am taken over by the Incursio. I am an assassin still and works for the Night Raid. I am still missing Lubbock his death and the others that died hits me the hardest. I am still trying to get over my own friends deaths. To the other Night Raid members I do hope you can keep me in the right mind even if Incursio takes completely over my body.


I am slowly losing my body to the dragon. I had known the risks for using Incursio for too much. This is the end result. For any case that I had been I am never going to be human ever again. My body isn't mine anymore it belongs to the Incursio, but my mind is my own. The incursio had made the left eye go red. I am ready to kill any Empire that comes my way. For Akame I had missed talking to you; you had taught me many things that I didn't known about being an assassin. I had killed Aria as revenge for my friends.

Mine, whenever you see this journal page please don't regret of meeting me. I don't ever regret meeting you not then and not now. I was happy that I had gotten to meet you while I was still human. I never realized how much I would miss being human until this had happened to me. I held onto Bulat words in my heart. I am still me while I am still going to be here. Here I am and I'm still alive even if I had made an evolution to this infused with my power.

I am unprepared for what this means for me that Tyrant takes my body for its own, but yet I am also willingly to sacrifice myself for the good of the people. There is too much blood on my hands not to go back again. I had killed corrupted people for the good of the people along with the rest of the Night Raid. I can't wash the blood off my hands as much as I wanted to. This was going to serve as my testimony that I was here that I was alive.