User blog comment:HumboldtLycanthrope/This is NOT a contest. Part Two: The Mr Dupin Files/@comment-26030957-20150617184608/@comment-25947144-20150620091258

This place is realy the hell on earth. There is no TV or internet here...nothing at all to distract me from the fact that I'm in a cell and I'm going to stay here for a long time. For some reasons, I can't stop thinking about Humboldt. Humboldt...I met him a long time ago in a bar. He was very weird, but something about him made me like him...probably because he bought me a shot for every three he drank. I couldn't finish 13th though. Since then, we would hang out every night, except Tuesday. He said it was his succubi day or something like that. He was such a wild dude.

But I have other things to worry about. I haven't seen Dupin for two days. What if I was the target after all? Why me? This morning I found a message on the wall, written in red, "Shall we be born again with the second tense". Also, a realy weird dude in a purple robe keeps wandering in front of my cell...