From: Dr. Eleanor Voss, QCSI Internal Affairs To: Dr. Eleanor Voss, Personal Archive Date: Wednesday, 24 December 1986, 11:43 PM Subject: Entry #7 - Alone Eleanor, It's been three days since the last human voice echoed through these halls. The once bustling corridors of QCSI now resonate only with eerie silence and the distant hum of failing machinery. I never imagined the magnitude of isolation I'd feel, locked within the very walls I once called my workplace. I've tried retracing the events leading up to this. The incident in C-37 was just the beginning. The anomalies, the disappearances... and now this oppressive solitude. I find myself wandering aimlessly, hoping to stumble upon another soul or even a clue to make sense of it all. But every corner I turn, every room I enter, is just a stark reminder of the void. The spatial disturbances seem to shift and warp the facility in ways I can't comprehend. Doors lead to unfamiliar places, stairwells loop back onto themselves, and the once-familiar layout of the labs is now a labyrinth of confusion. I've tried to document everything, to understand, to find a way out. But the more I uncover, the less I understand. There are moments when I feel a strange pull, as if something is beckoning me, urging me to venture deeper into the unknown. If this is to be my last entry, let it serve as a testament to the indomitable spirit of the QCSI team, to the brave souls who vanished into the unknown, and to my unwavering hope of finding a way out. Should anyone ever find this, know that I tried. I tried to understand, to fight, to survive. Eleanor. --- Attachments: - █████████████.txt - █████████.pdf - ███████████████████.wav