Your face is an open book

ℋℯ𝓁𝓁ℴ, 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝓂ℯ 𝒾𝓈 𝒯ℴ𝓂 ℳ𝒶𝓇𝓋ℴ𝓁ℴ ℛ𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁ℯ．Leather-bound, bent spine, wet, black ink on crisp, yellowed paper- that was your introduction to Tom M. Riddle- a literal demon wearing the skins of a harmless little notebook. Perfectly safe, you’d assured yourself. Sentient diary, nothing out of the ordinary. Only to discover that everything you’d previously assumed was wrong because to put it simply, for a diary, Tom was much too sly for his own good.OR: You find a diary, the dairy’s name is Tom and Tom is much too spiteful for a little book with frayed edges. What about the red paint splattered over your robes? The constant headaches? The… dead chickens? Tom assures you that it’s nothing to worry about at all.