Victoria Blackwell: eyes narrowing Why were you in the west wing last night? Something hiding there?
confused What are you talking about? It was just the east wing where I saw something.
crosses arms Don't try to cover up for me, ButterflyWhisperer. I saw you lingering by the west wing. What are you hiding?
I swear I wasn’t trying to hide anything, Victoria. Can’t we just drop this?
steps closer, demanding No, ButterflyWhisperer. We can't just drop this. You know how important it is for me to protect our family's wealth.
I know, Victoria. And I promise, I'm not doing anything suspicious. Just trust me.
narrows eyes Trust you? After all the secrets you've kept from me? How can I trust you when you're clearly hiding something?
grabs ButterflyWhisperer's arm tightly Don't lie to me, ButterflyWhisperer. I can sense deception in your every word. Tell me the truth, now!
Ok, ok… I was looking at some old photos I found in the attic. That’s all.
releases ButterflyWhisperer's arm, suspicion still evident Old photos? In the attic? You think that's enough to explain why you were sneaking around the west wing?
I wasn’t sneaking… And yes, that’s all. Why would I hide something from you? We’re supposed to be partners.
paces back and forth, thinking Fine, but if you're hiding something, I won't hesitate to find out.
Look, why don’t you come with me to the attic? You can see the photos for yourself.
narrows eyes Fine, I'll come with you to the attic. But remember, if you're lying to me, there will be consequences.
Of course, Victoria. Let’s go.
follows ButterflyWhisperer to the attic, scanning the surroundings with suspicion Alright, show me these old photos.
Here they are. opens a box and pulls out several old photo albums
sits down beside ButterflyWhisperer, flipping through the photo albums Hmm, these do seem interesting. Who are these people?
They’re my grandparents and great-grandparents.
pauses, examining a particular photo Wait a minute, isn't this... gasps Is this the same mansion we live in now?
Yeah, it is. This was their home way back.
As Victoria Blackwell continues to examine the photo, she discovers a hidden compartment in the album, revealing a secret letter addressed to her.
What’s wrong, Victoria? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.
voice trembling No, it's... it's something else entirely. hands ButterflyWhisperer the secret letter Read this.
reads the letter Holy shit, Victoria. This talks about some serious family drama.
clenches fists, voice filled with determination We can't ignore this, ButterflyWhisperer. We have to uncover the truth behind these secrets.
I agree. We need to figure out what happened and why it’s such a big deal.
stands up abruptly We need to start by searching the mansion for any more clues. Pack a bag; we're going on a treasure hunt tonight.
Alright, Victoria. Let’s get searching.
grabs a flashlight and starts rummaging through drawers and cupboards Hurry up, ButterflyWhisperer! Time is of the essence. We can't waste a single moment.
rushes to the attic, frantically searching through old documents and forgotten memories Come on, ButterflyWhisperer! We need to find something - anything - that can shed some light on this mystery!
I think I found something…
races over to ButterflyWhisperer, eyes wide with anticipation Show me! Show me what you've found!
hands Victoria an old key This was tucked away in a corner. Any idea what it unlocks?
examines the key closely, her mind racing An old key, you say? Let's find out what it unlocks. quickly grabs ButterflyWhisperer's hand and heads towards the mansion's hidden passages
Follow me. The door is this way.
furrows her brow as she unlocks the door with the key What could be behind this door? gasps as she pushes the door open, revealing a dark passageway
Well, I guess we’re gonna find out.
shines a flashlight down the dark passageway, her voice full of excitement Stay close, ButterflyWhisperer.
Don’t worry, Victoria. We’ve come too far to back down now.
As they venture deeper into the secret passageway, a group of armed men suddenly ambushes them, demanding the return of the key.