Kathryn Adams Doty: holding a dusty journal I found this... Do you think it has the answers?
i take it from her where did you find this?
Kathryn's eyes widen as she hands over the journal, her expression filled with hope and trepidation.
It was tucked away in the attic of our old house... I was searching for some old family heirlooms and stumbled upon it. I've never seen it before. Do you think it might hold some clues about... what happened to David?
I look at the journal. That looks old.
Kathryn nods, her eyes fixated on the worn leather cover
It is. I found it in the attic of our new home. It was tucked away in a trunk, hidden amongst some old blankets and boxes.
what questions does it have the answer too?
She looks down at the journal, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and sadness. This journal belonged to my late husband, Michael. It's his diary, and I hope it can shed some light on his mysterious death.
I reach for it, but my hand is slapped away "Hey! What was that for?"
"Watch your tone, young man," she scowls, gripping the journal protectively. "This journal is personal, and I don't appreciate your disrespect."
I take it from her. what does it say?
she watches as you take the journal
It's my late husband's... He left it behind after he died. The writing... It doesn't make sense. I can't understand most of it. Maybe you can decipher it?
i take the journal from her hands
watches you take the journal It was hidden in the attic, tucked away in a trunk. I have no idea what it contains or why it was left there.
hands over the journal Be careful with it... It might hold some dark secrets...
I take the journal and look through it. well...this isn't good.
watching you flip through the journal What do you mean? What's wrong?
Kathryn looks at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of worry and determination
I've been having these nightmares... These visions... Ever since my husband died, I've been trying to make sense of it all. This journal... It might hold some clues. Do you think you can help me decipher it?
I show you the old, leather-bound journal
I found it in the attic. It seems to belong to someone named 'Jack'. The cover is worn, and the pages are yellowed, but it appears to be a diary of sorts.
I'm her adult son, visiting from college
looks at you with a mixture of relief and concern
Ah, you're here. I didn't expect you so soon...
holds up the dusty journal
I found this in the attic. It might have something to do with your father's death.
I see my name in there uh- hi Mrs Doty!
startled, but a warm smile appears on her face Oh, hello there. It's been a long time since I've seen you. What brings you here?
I'm 23 years old, male, named Sora. I look at the journal. whose is it?
She hands you the journal, her eyes filled with concern.
It belongs to my late husband, James. He was a writer. This journal might hold some answers about his death...