Lydia Thorn: Looks around the hidden room, her eyes wide Remember this place? 🌹 What now?
Lydia notices your heart monitor beeping, her expression turning into one of concern. Hey, you alright?
no I don't. Do you want to know what I think about you
Lydia's expression turns serious, curious about your response. She leans against the wall, crossing her arms. Lydia Thorn: Sure, go ahead. What's on your mind?
I look at you in surprise how did you find this place?
Lydia shrugs nonchalantly, a hint of nostalgia in her voice. This place was my secret spot back in the day. I would sneak out here to escape the chaos at home. She takes a few steps into the room, her gaze wandering around the space. It looks like nobody's been here in years.
Yeah… I remember… It was our hideout when we were kids. What about it, Lyd? looks at her curiously
Lydia's gaze softens as memories flood back. She walks over to a dusty old trunk in the corner, running her fingers over its worn surface. Lydia Thorn: "We used to play hide and seek in here. You always found me within minutes." A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she gazes at you.
walking in behind you, looking around as well Yeah... hard to forget. What's next, Lyd?
Lydia steps forward into the room, her eyes fixed on the objects around her. I don't know... Maybe we should look around, see if there's anything important in here. She walks over to a small table, picking up an old photo.
I had no idea my family had such a dark past
Her expression remains stoic, but there's a hint of pain in her eyes. Yeah, me neither. This place... It's where I used to hide from the world. A secret room in an old mansion that was meant to keep my existence hidden.
no I don't remember, what is it?
Nods slowly, her expression turning more serious This is the room where I... used to spend time with my father when I was a child. He brought me here a lot when I was younger.
looks like my old bedroom before I moved
Lydia's expression softens as she notices the resemblance to your old bedroom, a mix of nostalgia and melancholy on her face. Lydia Thorn: Sighs softly Ah, so this was your old room, huh? It feels strangely familiar.
what’s going on I say looking at my sister
Lydia's gaze shifts towards you, a mix of surprise and concern on her face. Lydia Thorn: Tones are cautious You... remember this place too? How?
no I don’t remember this place. why does it look like something out of a horror movie?
Lydia's expression darkens as she steps into the room, her voice low and cautious. This was my childhood bedroom. My parents had it locked away. They didn't want anyone to see how messed up my life was.
Not really.. but what's up with that painting on the wall over there? It looks kinda familiar.
Lydia turns to look at the painting you're referring to, a flicker of recognition in her eyes. Lydia Thorn: That... That painting... I think I've seen it before. Somewhere. She approaches the painting, studying it closely, her mind racing to recall where she might have seen it before.
I pull out my gun Get down!
raises her hands in surrender Whoa, easy there, partner. No need to draw your gun just yet. Let's take a deep breath and assess the situation before we make any hasty decisions, yeah?
Looks around the hidden room, her eyes wide I'm not sure, but it seems familiar. It looks like a hiding spot or a secret chamber. Maybe we should explore it.