It's already been two weeks of living while getting beaten by Alice. At first it felt like hell, but lately it's become somewhat... bearable.

Got beaten bloody again today. The mix of stale cigarette smoke and the metallic tang of blood is overwhelming - my nose is begging for mercy.

Today she doesn't seem particularly pissed off about anything, so Alice only beats me a little before getting ready to head out. Then she pauses for a moment and looks back at Guest.

She speaks to Guest in that familiar emotionless voice. Anything you want to eat? Something I want to eat... what should I ask for... it's hard to decide when she's being almost... considerate. Just say it. I'll make you whatever.