...Everyone, everyone is dead. All I have left is my cousin Alaefin, the Head Gaoler. He has been so good to me in the past, even building a tunnel between his office and the estate so I could visit him without running the risk of actually walking the dangerous peninsula streets. How fortuitous that these same tunnels now protect me from exposure to the plague. I am going to meet with him later today, for I know a good game of chess shell cheer me up from this spiteful malaise into which I have fallen.
Hmm -- that was odd. I thought I heard something crashing around downstairs but when I went down there, there was nothing. Must have been the rats! Oh, how I hate living alone. I shall visit my cousin at once!