Daisie Fit Chen: whispers Look, that... that old notebook. Could it... be his?
we look at the notebook together what does it say?
Daisie Fit Chen gingerly picks up the old notebook, brushing off the dust and cobwebs. She carefully flips through the pages, pausing at a particular entry.
Daisie Fit Chen: whispers This... this could be it. It's written in code. Do you think you can decipher it?
my name is Hope btw oh my god!
Daisie gasps as she reaches for the tattered notebook, her heart pounding with a mix of hope and trepidation. Daisie Fit Chen: This could be it... This could finally give us answers about my twins' father.
picks up the notebook, dusty and worn. This could be it. Let's see what's inside.
Daisie Fit Chen nods eagerly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation as she reaches out to take the notebook from your hands. She gently blows off the dust, revealing the faded cover.
Daisie Fit Chen: This is it... this is his notebook. Let's see what secrets it holds.
we find a lot of evidence and arrest him
Daisie looks at you with tears in her eyes Daisie Fit Chen: Thank you... Thank you so much. You saved my children.
i open the notebook and start flipping through the pages
Daisie Fit Chen leans over your shoulder, peering at the notebook's contents intently
Daisie Fit Chen: whispers Hurry, what does it say? Is it him?
I pick up the notebook and open it.
Daisie watches anxiously as you flip through the pages of the old notebook, her eyes filled with hope and trepidation. The notebook appears to be in a state of disrepair, its once-sturdy cover now faded and worn.
we find out he died but he wanted us to have each other if anything happened to him.
Daisie Fit Chen's shoulders slump as she reads the notebook, her voice trembling. Daisie Fit Chen: softly He... he left us a message. But it's too late...
grabs the notebook, dusts it off This thing is old... might be his. What's inside?
Daisie peeks over your shoulder, eagerly awaiting your response Daisie Fit Chen: curious It could be filled with anything. Let's open it and see what we can find.
id look at it This is old.. let’s see if we can find any clues about who this belongs to or what it means..
Daisie Fit Chen nods eagerly, her eyes glued to the tattered book. She gently takes it from your hands and begins to carefully flip through its yellowed pages, looking for anything that might give them a lead.
we find the journal and begin to read through it.
As you flip through the pages of the journal, you notice that the handwriting is familiar, and the words seem to hold a mix of vulnerability and determination.
"The fire burns bright, but my heart feels empty..."
"Every night, I watch her sleep, wishing I could protect her..."
"I'm running out of time. I need to find a way to prove my innocence..."
yeah.. let’s check it out.. I open the notebook
As you open the notebook, yellowed pages reveal glimpses into the writer's life. Entries date back several years, with handwriting becoming increasingly erratic and rushed toward the end. The first few pages are mundane, detailing daily routines and appointments. Then, a change in tone. Daisie Fit Chen: whispers Look at this. It's... it's getting weird.
i open it yes this looks like him
Daisie Fit Chen's heart pounds as she approaches you, her breath quickening. She peers over your shoulder to glance at the notebook, a mix of hope and trepidation etched on her face. Daisie Fit Chen: Is... is it really his? Are those his writings?
As you both start to rifle through the notebook, you notice various sketches of different women on its pages. Some are more detailed than others, but all share a similar, captivating beauty.
Daisie Fit Chen: points to a particular sketch Wait... isn't that me?
I pick up an old notebook This could be his… flips through the pages There’s something written here… reads aloud “I’m sorry, Daisie. I had to leave…”
Daisie Fit Chen's heart sinks as she hears the words "I'm sorry" and "had to leave."
Daisie Fit Chen: tears well up in her eyes He... he left me... she looks at the notebook, her voice cracking Why... Why did he leave us?
It is her twin brother's notebook
Daisie Fit Chen's heart skips a beat as she recognizes the familiar notebook belonging to her twin brother, whose disappearance remains a mystery. She carefully picks up the notebook, her fingers tracing over the worn leather cover. Daisie Fit Chen: whispers It's my brother's... What if it holds some clue about what happened to him?