Dear Diary,

I think this will be my last post here. I regret inputting that password. I regret asking so many questions. I regret learning about everything. I wish I had never found out what my dad was involved in. I can feel them always watching me. The Department, my father, those...creatures. I can't risk them finding out my next step.

But I'm afraid it's too late to turn back now. Tonight, I'm going to head to the location indicated by the map. I'll find out the truth, once and for all.

Dear Diary,

Today someone I didn't recognise messaged me on Chatter. Strange! They said that my "induction" had begun, and that the opthalamic nerve would guide my path??? They went offline before I could even block them...maybe I'm too paranoid, but could it have something to do with the page I accessed?

Dear Diary,

Ever since I saw those photos, I have been seeing them everwhere. Those Dentoids. Today, I saw a woman standing at a bus stop. She seemed normal enough, until she grinned and revealed a mouth full of abnormal teeth. I managed to get this photo. Could it be...?

But how??? How are they still here? I thought the Department would've dealt with them a long time ago.

I haven't told James about the page yet. He'd probably laugh it off, with one of his signature smiles. (Though for some reason, his smile never meets his eyes.) If I told Dad, he'd probably be worried about my sanity. For now, I'll just observe silently, watching them like they have watched me.

Dear Diary,

I did it. I figured how to get in.

I can't believe my father was involved in this. But why? Why would he unleash these awful creatures? I can't believe that the same loving man who raised me would...do whatever this was.

I've snuck into his study and copied the contents of his computer onto a disc. Unfortunately, it seems to be password-protected, but I'll figure it out as I do my own investigating.

Dear Diary,

Today, I discovered something truly unnerving.

I was simply browsing the Department of Orthodontics' website. You know, the place where James always disappears to. That's when I saw the staff login page. Something about it seemed familiar, and instinctively, I typed in the password (though I cannot recall how I came to know about it.)

I wish I had never seen those documents. Oh, those horrible, horrible stories! And the images...absolutely unsettling. I thought it was some sort of elaborate prank...but it seems too real to be fake.

I don't know what will happen to me now that I have learnt of the truth. There seems to be a sort of "test", an unsettling blue screen with a password box. I can't seem to access it yet, but maybe I have more to learn.