I work for a company that recovers strange artifacts. Workers must follow specific rules to survive. (part 6)

My name is Kyran Grey. I work at this place called Company 7, or at least I think I do. Ever since I started working here I started noticing an odd similarity running through the cases. Recently, I feel as if I?m being watched, and this only adds to my confusion- because my supervisor, a woman named Gail Shard apparently never existed. The company doctor told me to write down some of my experiences in this logbook, so here's my story.
Entry 5
Entry 6: A Crawling Paranoia

The name is Kane, Leviathan Kane.
Yes, yes, I?m a god. You?ve all heard of me, no? Think of me as a saviour, yes, a Time Jesus. It?s? odd. I am back in the world after being stuck in the Over There for so long.
I should speak about the place.
It?s had many names- Purgatory, Hell?s Gate, the Archive, the Over There, and, what I personally call it, The World Between Worlds.
I suppose I was overconfident in abilities when I became God.
But let me explain from the beginning.
It started in Kami City, where I first lived. People were going missing at an alarming rate. I was young back there, and I didn?t pay much attention to this. There were reports of a tall man stalking people with a fedora and a suit.
The first time I saw him was after a party in the city.
I was driving in my car, and then I happened to look at the mirror, where in the passenger?s seat, I saw him. He was smiling, a smile so wide it reached ear to ear.
I blinked, and he disappeared. I almost crashed off the highway at my surprise. Later, I checked the seat, and I found a hat. I still have that hat today, it?s a sweet reminder that he drove me down this path.
I saw him next when I was at the zoo.
I caught a glimpse of him among the crowds, and he seemed to be just eating on a nearby bench. But it seemed like the bench- and him, was sunken into the ground. It seemed to pulse, almost living.
Then I listened to the crowd. Something felt off. I couldn?t hear the familiar English words I often heard when I visited the zoo. I understand twelve other languages, yet I recognize none of them in the mess.
Then I looked at the people. They weren?t saying anything, they were choking. And something was coming out of their throats- which was making a soft noise that resembled voices.
I watched in horror as sharp, hooked tentacles crept out of people?s throats, latching on to their faces. The man in the hat continued to watch and smile.
Then their faces began to crack open, and I saw this squid-like creature emerge, breaking free, replacing their faces with blood and insides.
I couldn?t even move. It seemed like an eternity until they were all dead, on the ground.
The man in the hat walked towards me after that, and I felt the world go dark.
I woke up in a hospital nearby. I asked what became of the people. The answer- there were no people. I had fainted in daylight, in the middle of the ground.
It was a week later that on the news, I heard that twenty people at a zoo was dead, and that their faces were removed and some sort of parasite escaped from them. There was something in the water supply.
A day later, they said it was over.
And they were wrong.
I saw the man in the hat for the third time a year later, when I was visiting a friend of mine at her house. It was one in the morning when I saw something move outside.
I looked through a window to see a tree. And then the man with the hat, he just appeared from behind the tree. Which was impossible because the tree was extremely small.
I saw the man in the hat go just stand there, smiling his wide, evil, smile.
And that?s when it happened.
Something crashed through a window, on the opposite side of the house. My friend woke up and we met in the kitchen.
We heard a soft growling noise, yet almost like human speech.
We got some knives, turned a corner, and saw it. A Venus-Flytrap head, long and sharp tentacles, and hooks on the end of them. I now know them to be Shadowpaths.
We both ran outside the house to see a city in chaos.
There was fire burning everywhere, and more and more Shadowpaths everywhere. The news reports said something wrong was happening in the city, and that the FBI had isolated the place. But it was chaos.
I knew that this man, the one with the fedora was behind this. What other purpose would he gain by following me?
I confronted him with the knife outside.
?Who are you?!? I yelled.
?Caine Hunter,? he replied. ?Why??
?Why are you doing this?!?
?You do not understand yet, Kane,? he replied. ?This is all for you. Keep this in mind, to change the past, you must become a god.?
?What do you mean??
?In the future, you will search for a temple. You will see then why I have down this.?
Then I watched him disappear into the mist.
And so I thought, and it was true. The only way to save the past was to become a god. But why would I need to do that?
Because the parasites somehow spread to the rest of the world.
Within weeks, the humanity was reduced to a few million, and with every second, the Shadopaths grew in number.
You see, I come from a future, one of many possible ones.
I learned the art of magic, specifically the kind that would somehow tell the past. I could only send bits of my consciousness to places, but not in full.
When the Shadowpaths began to attack a military bunker I was living in, I used all my energy to send a message to the past, in hopes of somehow changing it all.
This message reached the one who calls themselves Gail Shard.
I was about to die when I was rescued by a younger version of Caine Hunter. It was odd, seeing a version of him I did not recognize.
He told me that together, we could save the past. We both had learned the art of magic, and that was that.
Eventually, inevitably, I would become a god. But that is a story of a later time.
That was a note placed in my logbook. It?s Kyran Grey here again.
I woke up in some sort of hospital room. It seemed very ancient, yet with machines I?ve never seen before.
I saw the symbol of the deer's head everywhere, as well another symbol, one I couldn?t place. It seemed liquid, like water, yet dark, and like void.
A door at the end of the room open and a man walked in. He was well dressed, blonde, and had a nice jacket on.
?You?re finally awake,? he said.
?Who are you people?? I asked, noticing his deer head symbol.
?I?m your informant, also, leader of this institute, and the name?s Julian Page.?
?And who was the other guy?? I questioned. ?The one made of liquid??
?That?s the leader of our sister organization,? Julian answered. ?They don?t have an official name, but as you?ve noticed, they are? unique. They are made of liquid color. It?s quite? odd. You won?t meet them again, do not worry.?
?And Mitchell??
?His loyalties are? questionable. His loyalties lay with Company 7, but he chose to work with the Page-Arken alliance to stop the threat of Caine Hunter.?
?Who is this Caine Hunter??
?There have been legends all across the world,? Julian started, ?of a strange man in a hat offering people items that would bring them good luck. When accepted people found that they began to see strange, mystical things- their nightmares brought to life. He once convinced an entire village- Nenioweik, to buy something from him. A monolith. The year before Nenioweik disappeared, the residents complained that they were seeing a large black monolith in their dreams, similar to what Caine Hunter promised them. Every day, the monolith would grow larger, and closer. Then, the monolith appeared in the village, and they all disappeared. Through a dark art I have learned where they went- into the dream itself. They are but few of the many the man in the hat has control over, tricked by his evil desires.?
?And this? Leviathan Kane person??
?We aren?t sure. We believe he may be from somewhere else, and he?s been sending out messages encoded in dreams asking for help.?
?Gail Shard??
?Gail Shard shouldn?t be alive,? Julian muttered. ?The last I?ve heard of her was that she was killed and had her soul bound to a box. Get some rest. Tomorrow, you will have a case, you will be working for me, for now.?
?A case??
?You will interview someone that claims their friend was eaten by an abandoned theme park.?
- Kyran Grey
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So not much happened today, but I know something big is happening tomorrow...


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