Ring shop: hour 3

Dear journal. I fear I have reached Te end of my strength though not the end of the journey. Despite finding the previous carcass pleasing to eat, the VIPs have insisted we leave to try our luck at other hunting grounds as well. My spirit is crushed, my will is exhausted. I understand now, I am in purgatory. I most assuredly died with the others during the vulture attack earlier and simply did not realize i now wander the wastelands, doomed to expunge my sins through the currency of blood and suffering.