The Diary 2 (before battle)
We had a rather spirited start to this investigation, but our journey to the kitchen was far from straightforward.
Odd... from what I recall, turning right here should have led us to the first floor.
No. We should have found the kitchen ages ago.
And Nelly, it makes absolutely no sense that you of all people would be lost here.
Indeed. You could blindfold me and I would still know where everything in this house is.
This feels quite familiar. It is like...
The corridor.
... Indeed, like the corridors of the Backdoor.
Yes. Considering the exterior of the manor and comparing it to its internal map, its shape and size is far from being even remotely reasonable.
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<What's on your mind, Heathcliff?>
This feels familiar. Like it's all just one big riddle Cathy used to give me.
I'd sometimes get the right answer early in the game. And every time I did, she kept making the answer more and more convoluted, annoyed that I actually managed to get it right.
This... is exactly what that felt like. Like she's cross with me, hiding the basement from us, making us go in circles...
Darnit, lemme see the diary. I wanna see if it says anything else about the basement.
This is like the third time we're walking through this hallway, 'kay? I'm starting to lose my cool.
Look! That picture frame again! Oh, I could recognize you from anywhere now!
There wasn't anything else in the diary, lass.
Just lemme have a look, Heath. What if you missed something?
EEAAUGH!
... Was that overreaction really necessary, Don Quixote...?
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What... the heck... was that?
Hm. A window shattered, quite literally, out of nowhere.
Aww, my bad, Heath. I dropped the diary. That noise really got me.
Don't bother. I just need to dust it lightly...
... Huh?
Wait. This page wasn't here earlier.
Huh, you're right. That page was one of those ink stained pages, wasn't it?
XX/XX
The basement.
We... must descend there.
In a not so far future, I would like to hang my portrait at the entrance of that basement.
A portrait of my most beautiful, most spirited... yet fleeting present self.
In those rare days when Josephine wasn't haunting that area of the manor, I'd sit there for hours with him by my side. Just chatting our day away...
Do you remember those days?
This is a riddle, isn't it...? So where could this be?
If this is her riddle, then the only one who can solve it has to be...
The entrance of that basement... just chatting our day away...
Heathcliff briefly closed his eyes as if to recall what these could be referring to... then squinted them open.
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The fireplace in the dining hall.
Catherine enjoyed chatting with me before the fireplace.
... I see.
Those moments must have been very precious to her.
Precious enough to write about them in her diary, so that she will always remember them.
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You lot again.
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Where is he? Where's... boss?
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Any further attempts to communicate with them appear futile. They're clearly -
No... the Dead Rabbits, they...
Heathcliff stopped himself, then scratched his head. He sighed deeply.
Dammit... I suppose it doesn't matter what I've got to say.
I don't know. None of this feels real.
They're saying that Cathy is dead... the Dead Rabbits have changed... and this bloody maze of a manor...