6 September 1982
I am alone now, the rest of them are dead. This is for the best. I watched from the cliffs as their makeshift boat was tossed and turned by the storms. The clouds looked like a hand upon the water, desperately clawing at their doomed boat. None survived the wrath of the storm.
I observed it carefully - The storm was localized and sudden. And just as suddenly it was gone. And this is the most interesting detail: it didn't seem random. I sensed emotion...something deliberate.
I don't know what's happening on this island. Not yet. If I ever hope to escape, I must understand this phenomenon. Now my real work begins.
Lara's Thoughts Edit
Matthias sacrificed his fellow survivors to learn more about this island. What kind of twisted man does this?