[June 23, 2077, Night (possibly around 3 AM)]

[Location: Deep within the tunnel]

[Environment: Temperature 37 degrees Celsius, slight breeze, humid]

[In fact, the moment that woman turned to look at me, I knew I was in for trouble.]

[Her gaze didn't even seem human, more like some sort of carnivorous beast; her eyes were so red they turned purple, with veins crisscrossing her eyeballs like tree roots... really damn creepy, nothing like a celebrity at all.]

[So, when she said she wanted me to perform some sort of "Sacrifice," I wasn't the least bit surprised, just utterly disgusted.]

[That damned bodyguard of hers too, didn't treat me like a human at all, just tossed a knife and a stack of money at me, telling me to gouge out my own eye, and threatening to kill my whole family if I ran...]

[Damn it, these damned beasts, just for a bit of show, they want me to throw away my eye.]

[I wanted to run, but still, she offered so much... so much... so in the end, I had no choice but to comply.]

[I followed the big star's instructions, used the knife to dig out my right eye, then, fighting back nausea, swallowed it, spitting the fragments onto the ground.]

[I was in so much pain, rolling on the ground, yet these people didn't react at all; in fact, they were laughing, celebrating the completion of the ritual.]

[To be honest, at that moment, I suddenly felt some regret, thinking they were all insane.]

[Thank goodness...]

[Both of my eyes are actually bionic prosthetic eyes, look like flesh but are actually made of bionic silicone, so even if they're chewed to bits, it's fine.]

[The reason I had to act as if I was in unbearable pain was that I feared these people might do something even crazier.]

[Let's leave it at that.]

[By the way, the shredded meat of the prosthetic eye that I spat out got absorbed by the moss on the ground, and at the same time, the tunnel seemed to start lifting; could the door have opened? I'm not sure.]

...

[June 23, 2077, Daytime (possibly around 10 AM)]

[Location: Deep within the tunnel]

[Environment: Temperature 37 degrees Celsius, strong wind, extremely humid]

[Something went wrong... I'm writing this as I run.]

[Didn't I gouge out my eye earlier this morning as per the star's instructions? Useless! The door didn't open, and the passages on both sides started shaking like an earthquake.]

[I panicked right then, just about to make a run for it, only to see that woman going berserk, picking up a knife and slashing at her bodyguard and cameraman!]

[Strangely enough, the bodyguard and cameraman were quite robust, seemed like they could take down the celebrity with just one hand, but amazingly, the opposite happened; the two got overpowered by the celebrity, and she dismantled the guard's gun with her bare hands!]

[Writing this feels ridiculous; if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, who would believe such results?]

[I was so scared my legs nearly gave out, no way I could intervene, all I could do was watch the big star hacking away with the knife, and when the knife dulled, she resorted to biting, tearing through flesh as she babbled about... "finding the treasure" or something.]

[At first, the bodyguard and cameraman managed some resistance, screaming in pain, but soon their throats got bitten through, and they went silent, merely gurgling.]

[Whether hallucination or something else, later on while running, I seemed to see bits of pink slime dripping from their bodies...]

[No, strictly speaking, it wasn't slime, but part of their bodies!

[Their limbs seemed to "melt," bit by bit, from skin to muscles, then bones, all turning into a pink slime that fused together, looking just identical to that shadow I saw last night.]

[According to the supervisor's request, I need to document every detail, but I just don't have the guts to stay here anymore; screw his request, what could be more important than my life?]

[I'm currently running towards the exit, the tremors inside the tunnel growing stronger, no idea if it's going to collapse.]

[Moreover, the temperature in here feels way too hot, the thermometer currently reads 37 degrees Celsius, but it feels like at least over 40 degrees.]

[I'm drenched in sweat, itching all over, thought it was heat rash, but after scratching, found no signs of an allergic reaction...]

[I think there may be something wrong with my mind. I once survived a mining disaster, trapped underground for 82 days, with no food or water for 30; I kept seeing hallucinations and felt similar itchiness, just like now.]

[I made time to perform a mental check on myself, and sure enough, the results are terrible, mental stability just barely passing; I could break down at any moment.]

[...]

[To hell with it, I'm not going crazy, I'm not dying here!]

[I still need to go back and celebrate my daughter's 15th birthday, to hell with the "Master," to hell with the "Sacrifice," nothing's stopping me.]

...

[June 23, 2077 (or maybe 24th), Night (not sure what time, my body clock's completely confused)]

[Location: Still deep within the tunnel]

[Environment: Temperature 45 degrees Celsius, raging wind, wet]

[I'm lost]

[The upward path seems endless, I've been running for perhaps a day, not seeing even a hint of sunlight.]

[I now believe there's something truly abnormal about this damned place, can't use even my decades of experience to judge.]

[The only good news is the humidity is slightly reduced, but the wind and the shaking of the tunnel are worsening; I even smell blood behind me.]

[Has that madwoman caught up? I don't know, as I'm on the brink of mental collapse myself, itching so badly I want to tear off a layer of skin.]

[As much as I hate to admit it, I think... I might not be able to get out.]

[What else can I do? Just keep running, forward.]

...

[June XX, 2077, Night]

[Location: Unknown]

[Environment: Maybe 50 degrees? The wind's so strong I can't keep my eyes open, dry]

[Just now, I came face to face with a creature, bloody, like a lump of rotten meat sprawled by the tunnel wall.]

[Initially, I thought it was some kind of "Slime," but looking closely, I saw the face of the cameraman who left the group first on it.]

[And a dog's face—my missing guide dog's face.]

[Two faces, along with distorted, broken limbs, stuck to the surface of the rotten meat, murmuring, no idea what gibberish they were saying.]

[I was stunned, didn't dare make a sound, just thinking of sneaking past it.]

[Who would've thought that as I got close, it suddenly lunged at me... luckily, I dodged in time, letting it roll down the stairs.]

[Honestly, I'm nearing my limit.]

[Dehydration, high heat, physical strength pushed to the extreme, mental state as bad as it gets.]

[Oh, I wish I could lie down for a moment, but I can't afford to; lying down means never getting back up.]

[Come on, pull yourself together, I have to get home, I will get home, my daughter is waiting for me.]

[With that thought, I feel a lot better, I should keep moving forward.]

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