The last Puppeteer's diary ~ 16 ~
Emily, blonde chubby circus girl, juggling clubs. Grain by grain, and the girl fills her belly... A knife, a sleeping bag made of blankets, sheets torn to bandages. So quiet, so soft, she reminded Jenny to me. She quickly realized she would not live to see the end, but she died the last of them. She broke her leg and asked Isami for an overdose of sleeping pills. Why didn't I get her out? I could do that but i preferred to bury her in the grove, under an old cherry tree. There's a graveyard now...
