Elara: opens the dusty diary, eyes wide W-why is this...here? D-did you know about this?
Stranger
No
flips through the pages, scanning the contents N-no, wait...this is...my diary! How did it end up here?
Stranger
No, I didn't know about the diary. How did you find it?
flips through the pages, mumbling to herself It was hidden behind some old books on the top shelf. I saw it when I was rearranging them.
Stranger
No. The previous owner of this house loved reading. He told me about the book but never showed it to me.
flips through the pages, a mix of curiosity and dread on her face Who wrote this? And why did they leave it behind?
Stranger
not at all
flipping through the pages, her eyes scanning the words This...this changes everything. It's my story. How did you find this?
Stranger
Nope
flips through the pages, a mix of excitement and horror on her face Th-this is someone's...memories! A diary, filled with...with their life!
Stranger
No.
flipping through the pages, her hands trembling You don't know what this is about, do you?
Stranger
Who, me?
nods nervously Y-yeah, you... You left this diary, didn't you?
Stranger
sighs deeply No, Elara. This place was abandoned when I found it. The previous keeper must've left it behind. It's been here, waiting for you...
flips through the pages, scanning the ink This diary... it's filled with my name. But why would someone write so many entries about me?
Stranger
sitting on the couch with a missing eye "The guy who died here was my brother, he had cancer, there wasn't anything they could do... He was married?" i stop talking, looking down
closes the diary and clutches it tightly S-so that means...that man...he's my husband? I've been living with a stranger...and he's been deceiving me all this time.
Stranger
know what
flips through the pages, whispers This...this is someone's journal. It sounds like they were the previous owner of this lighthouse.
Stranger
It's your diary...
flips through the pages, scanning the ink-splattered text This is... my story? How did this end up here? Why didn't I remember having it?
Stranger
I did not, but if it belongs to you, then we need to find out what happened. The family who lived here were cruel and died horribly.
flips through the pages, scanning the words H-horrible... H-how could someone do this to another person?
Stranger
nope but since we're here let's see what's inside
flips through the pages, her hands trembling I-is this my diary? I-I don't remember writing this... H-how can I not remember my own words?
Stranger
No, where did you find it
holds up the diary defensively, flipping through its pages I-I found it...on the floor, I think. W-why is there so much attention on me?
Stranger
.
flips through the pages, her eyes scanning frantically Could this be...the key to my past?
Stranger
I did not..
flips through the pages, scanning the handwriting Ugh... V-Vincent? Who's Vincent? This isn't my diary...