My bedroom was my sanctuary. I kept it very clean and spent most of my time locked inside, meticulously straightening and making sure no mold crept its way under my doorway. When mum’s friends came over I listened to them guffaw and gorge themselves on fast food as I laid in bed trying to get rid of the crawling sensation up my back and down my legs. It felt like…like every part of my life was covered in a layer of filth, and I couldn’t escape it.

No. No, no. What we are not going to do is start blaming ourselves for the creepy supernatural Rot that’s infiltrated our Archives. We’re not going to do that. What we are going to do is figure it out together. Because, like it or not, we’re a team now. Like Freddie said, we chose this.

I’m feeling like today has turned into some kind of people pleasing intervention. I promise I get enough of those from my shrink, Charlie.