"The rain droplets started to fall heavier. Can't stay in the opening anymore. Must find shelter, the cargo won't hold much more out here.

One hour, a whole ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hour running from street to street using the decayed balconies as shelter, though the wind was giving us a bad time, as it directed the rain straight to us. "I swear, I'm gonna crawl inside the next ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ crack in the wall i see"

Fortunately i didn't need to because we found an old bookstore at the 16th street. I entered first, to check for beings that could threat the cargo's integrity. Integrity...what a disgusting word for it. The cargo's Life, that's more appropriate.

Fashioned ourselves a cozy bonfire, courtesy of the old books. Papyrus pages when burned produce a flame that's more to orange than yellow. If I didn't know how to separate types of paper, i wouldn't call myself a techno-calligrapher. Well, retired techno-calligrapher.

Now I'm going to rest a little while the little one on the suitcase protects us. Why did the Order trust me with such precious cargo, I couldn't know, not after all the trouble i caused them. Their preachings are poisonous and empty, but we do what we must do, right?

The road to the Concrete Abbey lies ahead of us. Just a couple more days and I'll call it quits."