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Nov. 24, 1967
Eleven days have past since arriving
on this estate. How did I end up like
this? A guy in a lab coat came with a
plate of skimpy meal and said to me,
"Sorry to put you through this, but it's
for security reasons." That's when it
hit me. It all makes sense now.
There are only two people that know
the secret of this mansion, Sir Spencer
and myself. If they kill me, Sir Spencer
will be the only person that knows the
secret.
But for what purpose? It doesn't
matter now. It's too dangerous here.
My family... I hope they are all right.
I've decided to escape...
Jessica, Lisa, I pray you are safe.


Nov. 26, 1967
How could I be so careless? I lost my
favorite lighter–the one Jessica gave
me for my birthday. Now it's going to
be that much harder to get out this
dark place.
Nov. 13th, the date when my fate was
sealed. My aunt was hospitalized just
three days before. Jessica and Lisa
said that they were going to visit her. I
wish I could be there with them.
But wait, even as I'm writing my
memory is coming back to me more
vividly. Just before I passed out, I
remember the men in the lab coats said
something like, "Most likely your family
is already..." I pray for their safety.


Nov. 27, 1967
Somehow I managed to get out that
room. But getting out of this mansion
won't be as easy. I have to get past all
the booby–traps. Tiger Eyes, Gold
Emblem... I have to try and remember
for my own sake.


Nov. 29, 1967
I can't get out. I have tried every
possible way to escape but only to be
faced with the reality that I'm trapped.
I've been everywhere. The laboratory
with the large glass tubes filled with
formaldehyde and those dark, wet and
eerie caves... What can I do?
At first I didn't want to believe my
eyes. But that familiar high—heeled
shoe in the corridor... It was like
reflex. One name came to my mind,
Jessica!
I don't want to believe they share the
same fate as me.
No! I can't give up hope. I have to hope
they're alive.


Nov. 30, 1967
I haven't had anything to eat or drink
for the past few days. I feel like I'm
going crazy.
Why is this happening to me? Why do
I have to die like this?
I was too obsessed with designing this
ghastly mansion. I should have known
better.


Nov. 31, 1967
It was a dark and damp underground
tunnel. And another dead end. But even
in the darkness something caught my
eye.
Carefully, I lit the last match, I had to
see what it was.
A grave! But deeply engraved into the
stone was my name!
"George Trevor"
At that instant, it all became clear to
me. Those bastards knew from the
beginning that I'd die here and I fell
right into their trap.
But it's too late now. I'm losing it.
Everything is becoming so far away.
Jessica... Lisa... Forgive me.
Because of my ego, I got both of you
involved in this whole damn conspiracy.
Forgive me. May god justify my death
in exchange for your safety.
George Trevor
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