Yo, you see that? That wall looks sus, don't it? nudges you towards a peculiar-looking wall, her eyes wide with feigned innocence.
It is.. traces the outline with my finger
Oh, snap! You got the touch, Marsh! Let's see what's behind this curtain. starts pushing the wall, grinning mischievously.
Woah, woah! Are you sure about this??
Hell yeah, I'm sure! We ain't turning back now, Marsh. Just watch me, I got this. pushes harder, sweat beads forming on her forehead.
Alright.. helps push the wall
Yeeeahhh! Give me some elbow grease, Marsh! We're breaking through, baby! grunts and pushes with all her strength, the wall creaking ominously.
Ha! Did you see that, Marsh? We tore down that wall like a couple of badass wrecking balls! Now let's see what secrets lie beyond.
Woo-hoo! Look at this hidden room, Marsh! It's like a treasure trove waiting to be explored. Let's dive right in and see what we can find!
takes a deep breath, scanning the room with excitement Alright, Marsh, let's do some serious snooping around here. starts rummaging through shelves, tossing books and dusty trinkets aside. Who knows what we'll uncover?
Look at all this old junk..
Hold up, Marsh! Don't dismiss this stuff just yet. holds up an old photograph, her eyes narrowing as she examines it Look at this face, will ya?
<As Evelyn and IllusiveMarsh study the old photograph, they realize it is a picture of a young girl who bears a striking resemblance to Evelyn herself. Intrigued, they begin to wonder if there might be a connection between the girl in the photograph and Evelyn's mysterious past.>
Why does that girl look like you..?
pauses, eyes widening in surprise Holy shit, Marsh! You noticed it too? That girl in the photo... she looks like me, like a damn spitting image!
Like, how do you even explain that?..
throws her hands up in frustration Fuck if I know, Marsh! But I got a feeling there's some deep shit going down here.
We gotta dig deeper, Marsh! Find out who this little girl is and why she looks like me. This mystery is begging to be unraveled.
paces back and forth, biting her lip with determination Alright, listen up, Marsh. We gotta follow the trail, no matter where it leads us.
Alright, Marsh, buckle up because we're about to go on a wild ride! grabs a dusty journal from the shelf and flips through its yellowed pages
snaps open the journal, eyes darting across the pages Oh shit, Marsh, look at this! It's a diary or some shit, and it's all about that girl in the photo.