It’s been a few months since we’ve been underground. I’m not sure how many. To be honest, I can’t care less at this point. There have been several cave-ins but we have been able to manage alright. My clothes have several rips on them from sharp rocks, I haven’t brushed my hair in weeks and I always end up with mud somewhere on my face. As people who are unable to afford housing in the tunnels, we have been assigned to digging them for everyone else, not for a very high salary, in fact, almost no salary. We had to abandon all our belongings including money printers. The people lucky enough to still have money, have been able to scrape up the last of it for a cave for their family. I’m starting to get rather worried because, I’m not sure if anyone is noticing, but I can tell that the temperature is rising down here. I told my friends and they all said that I’ve gone mad after coming down here, and they are not wrong, but I know something is wrong. Chaos is coming, and we are going to be part of it