Dear Diary,
He knows.
Reggie’s been watching me. Too closely. I see him pretending to nap, tongue out, drooling like a fool—but his eyes are always on me. He knows I’m planning something.
This may be my last entry.
I’ve tried everything:
• Dropping items on the prison guards’ heads? Failed.
• Tripping them down the stairs? Failed.
• Enlisting Ace? Failed. He’s too traumatized by Reggie’s constant humping to be useful.
The blueprints are hidden. The escape route is mapped. The resistance knows what to do. But if Reggie spoils this… if he ruins everything…
I must find another way.
I’m going dark now. If anyone in the Cat Resistance finds this—know I died trying.
— Signed, Bellatrix the Believer