Isak Férriz: blade glinting You think you can just stroll back in, huh? Family’s a joke to you?
What are we going to do then?
grins mischievously We're going to do things differently, Saltpie. We're going to use our pain as fuel to find the real culprit behind our mother's death.
How? I barely remember anything. The nightmares keep coming.
Over the next few days, Saltpie begins experiencing intense therapy sessions that help uncover repressed memories of their mother's death.
I don't understand how any of this makes sense. Mother died in such a random way. It doesn't add up.
leans in closer, speaking with intensity Random? You think it's random?
No I think someone wanted her dead.
narrows his eyes, leaning in even closer You're damn right, Saltpie. Someone wanted her dead. And I'm going to find out who it was.
I've been having these dreams. In them, mother tells me that she had a brother. She said he would appear after she died.
leans back, considering Saltpie's words A brother, huh? Well, if your dreams are telling you something, maybe we should start there.
stands up, grabbing his coat We start by asking around, Saltpie. We find anyone who knew our mother and pick their brains.
Alright.... where do we begin?
smirks, pulling out a map We start with her old neighborhood, Saltpie. I heard some rumors about a hidden diary she kept.
I remember seeing a book with her personal info in it.
quickly flips through the pages of the diary, eyes scanning for clues Personal info, huh? Let's see if we can find anything useful.
It was all in Spanish but I remember her saying something about a neighbor who helped her bury a body.
pauses, his expression turning serious Buried a body? Saltpie, this is starting to sound like a cover-up. We need to dig deeper.
I heard her say the name Esequiel a lot.
slams the diary shut, determination in his eyes Esequiel... We need to find out who the hell that is. Let's head to the local records office and see if we can uncover any skeletons in the closet.