I grow weary, waiting on this perpetual sun to set. I've found myself restless, wishing that I could spend this lonely time further investigating the odd scents I faced as I had my nightly run through this new town. It smells as if there is blood that is unclean here. But I don't understand what this means. Are there other species here, other sorts of supernatural? Dottie mentioned the way they would smell, and I feel like this may be right. I could have sworn I passed someone while I was running that had no pulse, also.