Dear Diary,


    It really feels like things are officially settling down and returning back to normal. Gregory even stopped by to visit the dungeon today! We aren''t exactly friends, but the simple farmer and his son, Henry, have a certain charm to them that makes me enjoy their company. There is even more good news... Henry officially awakened as an adventurer! He has been working so hard this whole time to learn swordsmanship and defeating slimes in my dungeon and now his efforts have paid off. I''m so happy for him!


    It seems he got an assassin class, which I didn''t expect. Usually, when I think of assassins, I think of the kind that takes bounties to kill people and who often have troubled pasts. Henry doesn''t have any of that going for him. His father seems like a good man and he seems like a well-adjusted young man. I guess that''s my fault for expecting the class to align with the personality of the person awakening it.


    If this was D&D, like Lee used to play, then assassins would likely be more of a rogue-type character good at stealth and using blades. That is less about dark themes and more about a fighting style. I don''t know if swords really make sense for an assassin either, but I guess it''s possible Henry could always adopt a hybrid fighting style where he uses a variety of different weapons depending on the situation.The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    I suppose this will likely be better in the long run anyway. Assassins can likely identify and disarm traps, move in the shadows, and take advantage of the enemies being distracted to make sneak attacks. Maybe that will be safer for Henry and then his father won''t have to worry about his son dying in a dungeon long before his time. Most dungeons aren''t as kind as mine is, after all. Even then, it isn''t like I can completely avoid having defenses either. The life of an adventurer will always be a dangerous one, but I still wish Henry and Gregory could be happy.


    You know, I''ve always wanted children of my own. I never got the chance to pursue that dream before I died. I had everything lined up so we could start trying for our first and then I came home and was murdered the same day. Now, I don''t think I''ll ever have children of my own. I don''t want to move on and love someone else. Lee''s memory is still fresh in my mind and I just can''t see having children with anyone else. Even the idea of adoption, if that''s even a thing in this world, just doesn''t quite sound right.


    How would one even raise a child in a dungeon? If wild monsters invade, I would have to choose between attending to the child or protecting the dungeon, knowing that the child would likely die if I failed to defend the dungeon either way. Then there is the fact that I''d be forcing the child to grow up without a father figure and with a rather twisted sense of reality. I doubt the sense of morality adventurers have is the same as that of dungeon masters or even the dungeon diplomats who grow up in dungeons like mine.


    I''m getting all teary-eyed again, so I''ll have to stop here.


    -Violet