Dear… Nyarl…Wh…what happened?

I felt woozy this morning. As if I had did the Interrogation Examination again.

I don’t know what went wrong yesterday.

Th-the last thing I remember was giving Farku and Marcos cookies to keep them from asking about my backstory… then soon after, they started…

…Flexing.

Th…their muscles… were huge… and thiiiicc.

I-I don’t know why but I couldn’t help but stare… Aaaah, I-I think I was even drooling in front of them. S-so unsightly of meeeee!

... You see Nyarl, I have a bad mental condition.

Every time I see muscles, I-I tend to phase out. I don’t have control over what I do or say in the hours where I am affected. I-I think I have a natural confusion status towards muscles (>///<)

… I hope I didn’t up and expose myself saying stuff that I was a member of an intelligence group, a spy working in Blackstaff to investigate some corrupt nobles… or who I really was…

………………….I don’t know Nyarl. My body is aching… I wonder if anyone did weird things to me while I was out?

I can’t check… down there… because as a Spy, I have to do ‘favors’… Yeah…

I know, I’m a dirty girl (>///<)

B-but it was for the sake of world peace! A-all those rough nights and embarrassing positions should count for something, right!?