The Diary (after battle)
That's enough, Heathcliff!
Gaah... Cough...
We can't kill her. Otherwise we won't know what they were looking for, or why.
... Speak.
I am going to take your utensils and cut off your fingers one by one with each dodgy answer you give me.
You must know how sharp your own blades are.
... Please cooperate, won't you? I don't want to have to use the sleepy smack on my own subordinates.
The... diary.
Master Linton told us that we must find the diary in Mistress Catherine's room.
That she must have hidden her diary somewhere in here as they were making modifications to the manor...
I see. So why do you think Master Linton's looking for that diary?
Master Linton told us that it was to find... a way.
Please, do keep up your mysterious attitude. A few more answers like that and I will personally demonstrate how I managed to become the Chief Butler.
It's the truth. He did not let us in on what this... 'way' is. I have told you all that I know.
That's it. Looks like I'll have to -
That's enough, Heathcliff. I believe that she is telling the truth. All of you, leave us. Now.
…….
And please, do stay out of my sight.
Chief Butler Nelly...
According to what intelligence we could gather...
The 'Dead Rabbits', the Syndicate of an Urban Plague classification, had long been obliterated from the T Corp. Backstreets.
… What?
…!
They have been inactive for a long, long time - in other words, they have already been vanquished. Other gangs have not seen the Dead Rabbits in the Backstreets in a while, either.
We have no way of verifying their identities. Please, do be careful.
Who in the blazes did Mister Hindley let into this manor...? And that diary...
<A diary, huh... I'm not sure what to expect from it, but...>
If we do find it, it'll at least clue us in as to what kind of situation we've just walked into.
A small container, a space to hide such a thing as a diary... would be these bookshelves or drawers.
But it appears that the Butlers have combed this room clean already.
Hm hm...! I have once beheld such a sight.
Forsooth, 'tis oft the case that a hidden button exists somewhere! We ought to scour this room from corner to corner with magnifying glasses much larger than even Gregor's...!
These are glasses for my myopia...
There are a thousand feathers of so many birds in this pillow.
Other people of means like to collect rare bird feathers and stuff their pillows with them. But... I don't like that.
Do you know... why?
…….
Because birds are meant to fly. Not to be killed like that.
Yes. Birds do not belong in their cages; they are beings born to soar the skies.
So I am going to empty this pillow of their feathers.
Instead, I will fill it with my secret.
So that I will always have it at an arm's reach.
Heathcliff...? Why are you tearing that pillow open...?
This is where... Cathy would have...!
... A diary. Hidden within the pillow.
Hm... it's stained by ink. Even the cover, too.
I wonder why anyone would do this to their own diary...?
Mm... when I would hold my pen against the paper for a long, long time, because I'm not sure what to write...
... the ink will start to pool and spread, leaving big stains like these.
These ink stains appear to have been made from nonstandard, special ink. A pool of ink that stained this page has left no marks on the subsequent page.
Perhaps...
... these stains were made on purpose to hide the words under them.
If that Linton guy's trying so hard to find this diary, then...
... I'm willing to bet that it's something important.
Most of these pages are stained.
True. Most of the pages were stained, and their contents were rather difficult to read.
... I would have liked to read them. Even a little bit.
That's when...
... the pages suddenly began to flip rapidly, until it came to a stop at a page with actually legible words.
It couldn't have been the wind. There weren't any open windows.
XX/XX
Heathcliff left me. Without a word.
A terrible thunderstorm rages outside.
Will he cease to pain my heart and return home once the rain passes? Like Nelly said?
XX/XX
Fine. Don't come back.
I don't want to see your face ever again, either.
XX/XX
This manor and me... we're all you have. You don't have anything else.
Will you truly abandon what is everything to you?
Boy, this all feels extremely private. Should we...?
Why don't we leave Heathcliff alone so he can...
... No. This entry seems... off.
XX/XX
A guest paid me a visit. The first in a long time.
Conversing with someone new... really cleared my head.
And I saw my shape in the mirror before me.
I know what to do now.
The basement.
We... must descend there.
Who do you think this 'we' is?
The basement... the basement...?
From what I remember, Nelly...
I agree, Heathcliff.
Everyone, it appears that our next destination lies at the basement of this manor.
What makes you say that?
The old Mistress, who passed many years ago, ordered us to seal the entrance to the basement.
…….
Which means that the basement was unsealed when the modifications were made to the manor.
But why... why the basement...?
Cathy hated the dark. Enough to keep her room always lit with several lanterns.
Indeed. I recall having to purchase an entire set of lanterns whenever I left the manor to procure the groceries.
That is certainly suspicious.
Got any idea as to where we might find the basement, Nelly?
Well~ It's usually by the kitchen, isn't it? Let us investigate that place first, shall we?