The Achromatic messaged me. I thought they were an urban legend of some sort, but apparently they’re real... and they’re threatening me with blackmail.
I’m supposed to go to a high-end store and lift something. I would NEVER steal if I didn’t have to; what I do is to quiet an overwhelming compulsion. That’s illegal, yes, but this is just cruel. And not only that, but they’ve roped someone else into it.
His name is Nick, and I honestly know nothing about him other than the fact that he’s being pretty aggressive about this whole thing. I told him he didn’t have to help me, but he seems to think he needs to, so I guess we’re making this a team effort. The last thing I want to do is involve anyone in this mess, but if they have something on him like they do on me, I can’t blame him for being so insistent. It seems like they won’t leave us alone until they know we’ve done what they want.
I’m nervous. I’ve never gone in knowing I’m going to take something. And while I have a good poker face, I know the guilt from doing this is going to haunt me for a long time, especially since there’s apparently a part two to the task.
I wish this had never happened. I don’t know what I did to deserve this.