Log from October 14:
I found this, written on a notepad on my desk.
I don't know what to think anymore. I feel like there's always something lurking under the surface, inside me. It's like...nausea? I mean, I think? I can't actually tell. I've never been sick, that I can recall.
Being sick is a human thing, and...I'm not human, exactly, I'm the Red Cap.
Not just a Red Cap, either. Somehow, I just know. I am the Red Cap. It's been inside me for years. I can't even guess as to how long...