And it begins.

The sister called us, from her place of employment. She decided, on a whim, to call police in our behalf in regards to our perpetrators. She had read quite a bit of my journal, and told them much of it: about us, about the rituals...everything.

Now we wait: they say they will call us, to question us. Like fucking criminals. Why she had to do this, I will never know. The Host will never agree to press charges. I cannot say I blame her. They do not know where we live...why lead them to us?