Ramblings of a delusional doctor

Ramblings of a delusional doctor into
A strange lab way out in Desierto? Long abandoned and it seems the scavengers have been though. Nothing of monetary value to be found. Might as well check for something they might have missed. You never know, scavengers can be sloppy. A few folders from workers passed. An office, must have been the head researcher. Looks like some more folders and.... a strange paperweight. Nice little nick nack at the least. Wait.... there is a small recess. It looks like... it can't be. A button? It's.... some sort of magic device. This is.... archive? A private archive of files. Lets see what's on it shall we?

File XX0
This is Doctor [distorted words, voice/text], day XX330. I'm still working on project [distorted words, voice/text], even after XX33 tests. This whole thing is starting to be a pain. I mean do they really expect me to [distorted words, voice/text] so easily? I mean this is even worse the project [distorted words, voice/text], which has me taking samples from demons, humans and... what even is this third sample? Where did they get something so far from anything on Earth Land? My employers are strange ones with good connections, but I'm starting tho suspect they are with a dark guild. Maybe even a cult to Zarif. I'll keep an eye out but I can't trust the staff they gave me. I'll keep my own personal logs as well as the ones I send to them. I just hope this small mini private archive I made holds out. Crap, someones coming. I'll check back later.

File X3X
[WIP]