Dear Layton,

Something horrible happened last night. Remember how I was tending Lady Worthington for the past week? She delivered today. Oh God, it was like nothing I've seen. It had no shape and once it...it...slid out of Lady Worthington, its tentacle-like appendage wrapped around her neck in a childish embrace... it had a gleam in its eyes like it was enjoying its meal, chirping and squealing over the muffled screams. I don't think we'll be able to recognize Lady Worthington anymore.

I hope I survive long enough to give this to the mailman. The way it looked at me told me I won't be living lo