I found this.

Rotten, proxy jerk. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR NOT SHOWING UP.
I found your little bullshit note, though. Yeah. Trying to make me believe that you're winning Hawk over.
idonticantiwont.iwillfindyou.

 And then there was this attached to the back. I'll play your little game.

ETERNITY

didyoufindit

What the actual fuck.

Sorry it's been a while, Skan and I have been doing our little masquerade nonsense...It has taken us exactly nowhere. Until a day or so ago, that is. We know they're around because...this. This video I am about to show you. Skan wasn't there, she was on the other side of the park.
Here's the setup. Chicago, middle of the goddamn fucking city. I'm just walking hoping to attract attention, and what do I stumble upon but the creepiest park in the history of the fucking known universe.
Yeah, I talk to myself a lot, got a problem. Whoever you are, girl, you had best get the fuck away from this place as soon as you can. It's only a matter of time now.

Have I mentioned that Skan is insane?

If I haven't made this clear by now. I will clear it up once and for all. Skan is insane.
"Let's be Runners?" Woman, you have got to be kidding me. I am an..assassin, night stalker, I HIDE in shadows. Do I LOOK like BAIT to you? But that's the plan, pretty much the only one we could come up with that might yield any sort of result.
We. Are going to wander around the streets and buildings of Chicago pretending to be frightened, scared, and stupid Runners and see if we can't bait a proxy or two into coming after us. I don't see anything going wrong with this. Do you? No. What could possibly happen. It's perfectly safe.
 It's really the only shot we have right now, though. The map is useless, no results. We didn't find anything remotely useful in the burned out shack.
I'm also a bit worried about Skan. She keeps muttering something about Sekhmet, mostly while she's asleep, but sometimes I'll catch her grumbling to herself about it.
Speaking of otherworldly entities. HE showed up again, yesterday. I didn't say anything but...it was while we were locating our sleeping quarters for the night. I saw Him through an alley, but oddly His head was turned to the side, looking at something else. It seems stupid to say, but I guess we really aren't alone in this city.
One bonus to seeing Him, though, odd as that is. We know the general location of a likely scared-as-fuck Runner whom Slendershit MIGHT decide to send a Proxy after. I think, we have a place to start our little masquerade.

Adventure, anyone?

Holidays

Surprisingly quiet, and... uneventful. Which in itself worries me. I'm on edge, and incredibly pissed at myself.
I can't believe I let them get away with him. So close....so very close. Right within my grasp, and....
I guess our next location is a big city in Illinois...We followed the tracks to the road, and have been walking that way since. Skan and I have been deciding if it's worth it to try and hitchhike to get there faster, but.....Hypnos has a history of killing anyone who crosses paths with his plans. Not sure if a ride is worth potentially getting some unsuspecting person killed.
We did manage to pick up some more ammo for the shotgun, though. We were running a bit low for my tastes...So we bought some off of some old farmer who's probably been stockpiling since the invention of the shotgun. At least if the proxies get him, he'll only be out a few years. With the way he was coughing, he's likely been smoking tobacco since birth anyway.
No sign of the Rake for a while, either. Skan tells me that the clawed bastard has been tied up with a friend of hers (Faustus, I think..). Props to him for trying to end The Rake's shit....too bad it didn't work. Better luck next time, I suppose.

Shack.

Well. We found the shack......By pure, unholy luck. After nearly three whole fucking WEEKS of fruitless searching, dead ends, proxy phone-napping, and the Rake on our heels everywhere we look.

This morning around 6am, I awoke to the very strong smell of smoke. Rising from the forest about a half mile to the west was a thick column of black smoke. I shook Skan awake (which, for future reference to anyone who might come across a similar situation, is a bad idea..it will earn you a gun butt to the face) and, after holding my face in pain for a few moments, pointed at the smoke.
     "There is no way that's a coincidence, Skan. It's out in the middle of the godforsaken forest. There's no town there, right?"
 She stared at me blankly for a few moments, then her eyes got wide. "Our luck can't be that good. Can it?"
We took off in the direction of the smoke, as quickly and quietly as possible. The closer we got, the more....wrong.... the air felt. By the time the dilapidated (and now, burning) thing came into view, I wanted to throw myself on the ground and be sick. I heard shotgun shots from behind me...I spun to find Skan alternating between glaring daggers and popping off shells at a tree 30 yards away. The Rake. AGAIN. FUCKER.
I drew my sword and ran for the building. If Hawk was in there.......I had to get him. Had to. No choice. Those proxy fuckers better NOT have set him on fire.
I got closer and heard yelling and the screeching of car tires, but I couldn't see the front of the shack due to the amount of black smoke. It was so choking, I had to drop to my hands and knees to keep going. I felt Skan drop in behind me, trying to stifle a cough.
 We rounded the corner just in time to see a black bundle roughly thrown into the backseat of a black truck. It was moving and making angry muffled noises, until Hypnos hit it with his cane.
 They saw Skan and I then. Three proxies came running at us, faces half covered with bandannas to protect them from the smoke. Hypnos yelled something, and a woman with a screaming face mask (It's me, stupid little girl. Your detective skills are so poorly lacking. I thought you did this for a living?) jumped in the driver's seat. Squealing the tires, they took off with the bulk of their 'army'. And my Hawk. 
Howling in rage, I jumped at the three proxies. I cut one across the face before Skan grabbed me and said, "Eternity! No! They aren't worth it. Come on, if we stay here we're going to be crispy!" She pulled at my arm, desperately. I happened to notice the roof of the shack beginning to fall...With reluctance, I stumbled away with Skan pulling on me. It fell on one of the proxies. He screamed and went down among the rubble..the one I cut. He was grabbing his face when he fell.....
The other two ran.


And that's all I remember of that day. I woke up in a tent, with Skan sitting at the entrance, my sword on her lap and the gun right beside it. I got up and walked by her. Surprisingly she didn't stop me....I walked out to the camp perimeter and pulled out my knife. One long, slow cut. Another addition to the notebook.

Indiana

FRUSTRATING. That is what the last two weeks have been. Some....proxy idiot...Stole my mobile. Skan and I had to track him down to get it back. We finally found him on a playground hiding in one of those tunnel things..What a place to hide, dumbass. Seriously. Anyway, after a very heated exchange of words and a kick to the head from Skan, he dropped the thing and ran off in the direction of a soccer field.

And WHAT DO I SEE OFF ON THE GRASS?? Our favorite faceless freak. UGH. Skan still doesn't see him. I grabber her arm and pointed, but all she said was "Yes, Eternity, grass is in fact green. What's the problem?" Noticing my look, though, we took off at a quick pace back into town.

We're looking for a shack in the woods.  A tiny, tree-covered, shack. And in case you don't know anything about this part of the country, it is COVERED in woods. We've tried the map trick again to no avail. All we have to go on is a slight clue provided by that proxy. It's within 7 miles of the Ohio/Indiana border. Helpful. Yet not, at the same time. That is a lot of ground to cover.

To make matters even more interesting, the Rake is still following us. I have had to take the shotgun away from Skan so as to prevent her from wasting all of our rounds on him. It's difficult to not want to unload clips after clip at the damn thing, it really is. It still seems to be doing its herding trick. Gets just close enough to freak us out, then pulls back and we won't see it for hours. Dammit. There it is again.

NO SKAN. DAMMIT PUT DOWN THE CAR KEYS. Ugh. Gotta go...