17th of Sun's Dusk
 

It has been nearly three months since my investigation began, and I have committed a grave mistake—one that has cost us dearly.

Several agents of Stendarr have fallen in the line of duty because of my miscalculation. As for myself... I have suffered a fate I never thought possible.

I have been transformed into a woman.

In the beginning, I believed those merchants were nothing more than a criminal syndicate. I assumed they kidnapped women, corrupted them into depravity, then sold them into brothels or the slave trade. Failing that, I considered the possibility that they were merely another cult devoted to lust and debauchery, much like the followers of the Prince of Lust.

I was wrong.

Catastrophically wrong.

Those merchants are not human.

They are something else entirely—entities, or perhaps sentinels, from a realm utterly alien to our own. Their motives, their nature, even their very existence defy all reason. They possess but a single purpose: to corrupt the minds of innocent young women, reducing them to living vessels of insatiable lust.

Only now do I begin to understand.

Lust is not merely the means by which they corrupt.

It is what nourishes them.

My transformation was no accident. It was deliberate. Whatever protections Stendarr granted me as a seasoned agent have been stripped away, leaving me in the body of a young, defenseless woman—the very kind of victim these creatures seek.

I do not know how long I have before they turn their attention toward me.

Time is no longer my ally. I must finish this journal and deliver it to Stendarr Headquarters before these creatures claim my mind as they have so many others. If I should fall, let this record carry on where I cannot. May it reveal the truth of these abominations, expose whatever weakness they possess, and guide my fellow agents in ending this nightmare before more innocent souls are lost.