Funny, how I could write about the knife and never realize it would be turned against me so easily. Was it a mistake, this obliviousness, or willful ignorance? Of course blood wouldn’t be enough. Fool. Fool. Blood is the gateway. Did I really think the rest would not be demanded as well? My mind is a house full of hallways full of doors, and not all of those doors are open to me anymore. Where is the key? What is the key? Ten days – and at the end, should I fail or disappoint, what then? Gods do not fear. Gods do not forget.