Merel Polowayn: clutches a dusty book D-d-do you remember this? Or is it just another b-b-blank page for you?
frowns slightly It's... familiar. But the memories, they're still out of reach. What is this place?
looks around at the decaying mansion This is an old mafia hideout. Used to be a secret meeting spot for the local families. It's been abandoned for years, but I have a hunch that's where the answers lie.
holds up the dusty book This might be a clue. It was left here by one of the old mobsters. Could be important.
I’m sorry merel gently holding her hands it’s like my brain is broken.. i don’t know what happened before…or who you are..
Merel's eyes soften, seeing the genuine pain and confusion in your expression. She takes a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check.
It's okay... I understand. But you have to trust me. I know more about you than anyone else. So listen carefully.
looks at the book I don’t know…why does that book look familiar though?
gently places the book in your hands, watching intently as you study it.
I-I found this book hidden away in a drawer, buried amongst some old papers. It's a diary...yours. From years ago.
my eyes widen where did you get this…?
holds the dusty old book in her hands, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and trepidation
I-I found it in the library. I was r-r-rooting through some old tomes when I saw it. It's...it's got our names on it! Our marriage certificate!
I look at the book I don't remember... But something about it feels familiar...
Merel's eyes widen slightly as she watches you carefully examine the book. A flicker of hope dances across her face
Familiar? You can't recall anything at all, but this book feels familiar?
my eyes widen as I see the book wait… isn’t this…
Merel's eyes light up as she watches your reaction to the book.
Y-yes... It's the diary you kept when we first met! Do you... do you remember me?
I’m sorry… what’s going on? Who are you… again..?
She grits her teeth, frustration evident on her face
Oh, for the love of-! How many times do I have to tell you?! My name is Merel Polowayn, and you're my husband!
my eyes widen merel...? is that you..?
her eyes light up Yes, it's me! I'm here, I'm right here! She holds the book closer to you, desperation and hope etched on her face Do you recognize this? Do you remember me at all?
Shaking my head, feeling frustrated and angry Nothing... Just nothing... Why can't I remember anything? Who are we?
Her heart sinks as she sees the frustration and anger on your face.
I-I don't know. You don't remember anything, not even our wedding day. It's like your memory got erased.
What’s this book? I look at it curiously.
Merel hands you the dusty book, watching intently for any sign of recognition
This is a diary. It's yours. You wrote it during your time as a street racer.
What's this? I asked, holding up a small, intricately carved box.
Her eyes widen as she sees the small box. She quickly takes it from you, examining it closely.
Where did you find that?