[Mental Log: XX of Octogal, Year 200.10037]
I’ve entered the facility, sneaked in using a guard uniform. I still haven’t seen any children. The hallways are all metal, completely unwelcoming, like some kind of bunker which was built and designed with no regard for comfort. I was able to convince a few of the guards using low-level telepathy that I’ve always been here, working with them, but if I lose control to the Phazon my guise will be obvious. I’ve also noticed that most of the officers seem to have some kind of mental block or shield; they must have had some kind of training against mental tricks. It doesn’t make sense to me... what IS this place?
[Mental Log: XXII of Octogal, Year 200.10037]
I’ve found my answers... but I don’t want to believe them. While exploring, trying to figure this out, I came across a room that was all white. There was a single operating table in the middle, with straps which I assumed were meant to hold down the patients. With a foreboding feeling, I looked around the room, but I couldn’t figure out it’s purpose. There were no devices of torture. There were no operating tools. There was no monitoring equipment of any kind that I could see. There was simply nothing at all.
If it hadn’t been for Camilla, I never would have noticed the strange energy flowing around the room. It was something I couldn’t sense, even with my formidable perception of energies... The reason later became clear to me. I couldn’t feel it because... I ALWAYS feel that energy. In fact it was the same type of energy flowing through my veins at any given moment. I never learned its real name, but it was what I call void particles, though that’s technically inaccurate. Basically, it was this very energy that gave me my powers all those years ago, and killed so many who couldn’t handle it... And the room was choc-full of it.
Suddenly, with a dark and powerful fear, it dawned on me what the room was for.
