The Brat has been in New York with me for a while, thus preventing me from doing anything with this journal. (He's like an infant. If I don't pay attention to him all the goddamn time, he'll blow up the apartment. And I'll be fucked if I let him cooked. That would be a fun one to explain to the NYFD.)
Kitazawa. Keep the fuck away from him. Because the next time you touch him, I'll kill you. Again. We'll see if the dead are still coming back to life then, won't we?