Log from December 5th:
It seems that the tech-savvy King of capitalisation forgot to take a peek at these logs before making those final few steps. He stepped out of hiding...and right into a group of Scarlet-marked, and my loving arms.
A Red Cap may not be capable of being killed...but they're very capable of being reabsorbed.
My Marked swarmed him, strung him up and slit his throat. His stomach. The veins along his arms and legs. Then, slowly but surely...the Red Cap seeped out, and into me. It left him an emptied shell...glassy-eyed and good and dead.
I win, jackass.