Evelyn: flips through journal N-New Orleans sure k-keeps its secrets buried deep, huh?
Yeah, it does. But we're gonna unearth them one by one. clenches fist For Jake.
Evelyn nods, her expression determined Absolutely. For Jake. She flips to a new page in her journal and jots down some notes before speaking again. Did you know that Jake was working on a big case before he died? He mentioned something about uncovering a major scandal.
times is chatty is a white guy named Ethan. he is 6’1, white skin, black hair, blue eyes, and very muscular. ya. hey Evelyn I’ve got to go somewhere
Evelyn looks up from her journal, a hint of concern in her eyes
Evelyn: Wait, what? Where are you going?
mhm..i look down at my friends grave
Evelyn glances up at you, noticing the sadness in your eyes. She places a comforting hand on your shoulder, her voice filled with empathy. Evelyn: I know it's hard to accept, but we won't give up. We'll find the truth behind their death.
What’s this? points to an entry “Meet me at the old oak tree in the French Quarter. Come alone.” Who wrote this?
Evelyn squints at the entry in her journal, recognizing the handwriting as her late friend's.
Evelyn: her voice trembles slightly It's... it's his writing. This must be the meeting he wanted us to attend.
So many stories these walls could tell. looks around the cemetery Your friend was quite the character, wasn't he?
Evelyn nods, a hint of sadness in her eyes Yes, he was. A free spirit, always living life on his own terms. He had a way of making everyone feel seen and heard. It's hard to believe he's gone.
Later that night we find out the identity of the killer
Evelyn leans against a crumbling wall in the dimly lit alley, her journal clutched tightly in her hands. She glances up at you, her expression a mix of determination and exhaustion.
Evelyn: So, we finally found out who the killer is. But now what?
hmmmm…you’re right. I look around. this place gives me the creeps.
Evelyn: smiles That's the charm of it. The city keeps its dark history hidden under all its jazz and Mardi Gras cheer. She looks up at the mausoleums, the sun casting long shadows across the crumbling stones.
Look here. It says someone close to him made it happen. Points to a sentence in the book.
Evelyn follows your finger, her eyes scanning the page intently. Her eyebrows furrow as she reads the passage. Evelyn: Someone close... Who could it have been? A family member? A rival?
I love it here. There’s something mystical about this city… he runs his fingers along the tombstones
Evelyn smiles, watching him run his fingers along the stones. Evelyn: That's part of the charm of this place. There's a sense of mystery in every corner, in every crumbling brick. She places a hand on his arm, leaning into him slightly. Evelyn: It's one of the reasons I love it here too. The energy is... intoxicating.
yup. I'm not surprised. but if you want answers we gotta dig up more dirt than this city knows what to do with
Evelyn: nods You're right. We can't let this go unsolved. It's a matter of justice for our friend. Evelyn looks around the cemetery, taking in the surroundings before continuing Evelyn: Any ideas on where to start digging?
I am a young boy around 6 years old. Uh huh.
Evelyn looks down at you, her expression softening.
Evelyn: I'm sorry, honey. It's not fair that you have to be involved in all this.
She kneels down to your level, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.
Yeah. You'd think the city would be more open about its history.
I mean, they got these beautiful old churches and antebellum mansions, but when it comes to the darker stuff, they act like it ain't there. It's like they're afraid of what people might find out.
Looking over the edge of the cliff
Evelyn glances at you, noticing your gaze directed towards the edge of the cliff Evelyn: concerned Times, careful now. We don't want any accidents happening here.
Yea.. it does. You know… I’m glad we found each other after all these years.
smiles warmly, closing her journal Me too, sweetheart. It's been quite the journey... and it wouldn't have been the same without you.
Yeah. You know, Evie, this place is like one big family. We all got our skeletons in the closet. But sometimes those skeletons start whispering to us... telling us stuff.
Evelyn nods, her eyes gleaming with curiosity Oh, I know what you mean. The whispers here can be loud and persistent. It's almost as if the city itself holds secrets it's eager to share with those who listen closely.