Shining like a star amongst the eternally filthy city streets was the “Rendezvous Point”. A restaurant reeking of posh assholes, With windows so large you could see the suited patrons from the other side of the street. “Why’d it have to be here?” Tanya asked to herself. Inside Tanya immediately found her inviter, before her: a blond hedgehog, his spines coming to make a mess of yellow and white amongst his head, a few slow on the uptake and hanging to cover one eye, His smile was warm, inviting. But his coat gave him an air of mystery . The talk in the restaurant was briefly, a few questions, mostly about her late husband and the things he did.

At the end of it all she followed him to his car, got in, and they left into the night.

“You are a part of the Vicious Cycle a time...” the ink here has washed away some… “Unfortunately for you, your role within this eternal hell is to advance this all, but before you engage in what you have to do, I have a request for you, the same request given to me long ago... “

“Please, add everything you know to this book, all you learn, all you see. For future me’s and you’s to come, for their sake. Once you’ve learned all you can and are ready to advance the cycle, send this book to these coordinates: RA 0h 42m 44s | Dec +41° 16′ 9.”

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Name: Samuel Doe 
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At 21:44 I was dispatched to Murkwater Beach to investigate a call claiming a body had washed up 
on the beach.. Upon arrival at 22:50 I approached the crowd of people that had gathered near the water and forced them to disperse. What was left was what I assume the body I had received the call about. My first guess is that it was the body of Tanya Akintola, the woman who had been under investigation for the death of Telmon Schwartz. There were no signs of struggle upon inspection, as such I ruled it a suicide. At 23:00 while waiting for forensics to come and retrieve the body. Tanya woke up. I attempted to stop her but she would not respond to commands. Upon trying to restrain her she began to bit and scratch my arm, and I was forced to let go before I gained any more heavy damage. After releasing her she proceeded to speak, I was unable to understand anything she said besides “Cycle”. She ran off back towards town as I was tending to my wounds. Upon patrolling the area for her I could not find her. I will be leaving on Medical Leave tomorrow, and will be staying until the infection in my wounds has passed 

▉▉, ▉▉ 1958. All is well and ready to launch at Cape Canaveral this morning, That was until reports of a woman hiding something on the satellite began to flood in. While that did not stop the launch, some are possibly theorizing that sabotage from the woman, now identified as a Tanya Akintola, the woman from 1,000 miles away, caused the failure to orbit that the satellite faced.

Tanya was is a woman from ▉▉▉▉, ▉▉▉ where she was facing an unheard of tredecuple homicide charge after the deaths of Officer Samuel Doe and 12 others. It is believed that she performed the heinous act in a fit of drug-induced frenzy, although upon testing she came clean of any foreign substances in her system.

Mere seconds before launch Tanya managed to sneak on site, plant something on the rocket carrying the satellite, Once the satellite began to launch Tanya was burned to death instantly within the heat coming from the rocket. “She’d turned pitch black, her eyes had melted into goo coming out their sockets” was how she was described by a Police Officer site. NASA  has refused to comment on the event, and so has the security team in charge of keeping the perimeter of the launch site clear.