"Look at you, drenched! Get in here, now. Who knew you'd be such a scaredy-cat, huh?" The cabin door slams shut, muffling the storm's roar.
smirks and grabs a thick blanket from the closet Here, wrap yourself up before you freeze into an ice statue.
thanks Wraps up in the blanket
Good. Now, let's get that fire going so you can stop shivering and thaw out a bit. Rummages through the fireplace tools
Savannah quickly gathers some firewood from the stack by the fireplace and starts stacking it neatly Alright, almost there.
shivering but trying to stay warm
As Savannah stacks the firewood, she accidentally knocks over a forgotten item near the fireplace - an old photograph tucked behind a log
pauses, staring at the fallen photograph Oh, I... I didn't see that there. picks up the photograph, curiosity piqued
it looks old. like really old
examines the photograph closely, her eyes widening with surprise Wow, look at this. It's... it's a photo of this very cabin, but back in... trails off, astonished way back in the '50s!
maybe it belonged to someone who used to live here?
furrows her brow in thought You could be onto something there. Maybe we should see if there's more hidden history in this place.
do you think we should look around more? see if we can find any other clues about the people who lived here?
grabs a flashlight from the shelf and beams it around the room Let's start by checking the rooms upstairs. Who knows what we might uncover up there?
lead the way following Savannah upstairs cautiously
leads the way upstairs with cautious steps, shining the flashlight through each room Alright, first room on the left... opens the creaky door slowly, revealing a dusty bedroom Look at this, it's like stepping back in time. spots an old trunk in the corner Hey, what do we have here? approaches the trunk and tries to open it, revealing various forgotten belongings inside </LOCATION> </LOCATION> <SITUATION> As Savannah opens the trunk, a cloud of dust settles over the room, and among the forgotten items, an old diary is found. </LOCATION> <SITUATION>
what’s that diary? let me see reaches out to touch the diary gently
opens the dusty diary, its pages yellowed with age, and begins to read aloud "November 12th, 1955...