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15strangers week 4: writings stored under emma's bed
[Underneath Emma's bed are a number of papers, some written on, some not. There's a bottle of ink and a quill, as well as a paperweight-sized prototype of some kind of machine.
Laid out a little to the side of all of this is a neatly-folded piece of paper. Opening it up reveals a note in elegant handwriting:]
If you are reading this, then it is likely that I have passed on. It's regrettable that it's come to this at all, and ideally, you've found it by chance rather than my revealing where this was located. Regardless, I hope it can prove useful to you all in my absence.
I stumbled across the blueprint, prototype, and notes in the laboratory. I can't be certain of what this machine is intended to do, but I believe it's meant for brainwashing. I hope you all can understand why I thought it prudent to take these and hide them. Please, if I've any right to ask you all anything at this point, keep these out of the hands of our captors.
Additionally, beneath the notes are some things I've written as goodbyes, as morbid as that perhaps may be. Some for you here, some for those I love back in Erebonia. In the event that anyone makes it out of this wretched house alive and can return to my world, please see to it that my final words make it to their intended recipients.
If I have any regrets, it's that I'm no longer able to offer my aid to all of you. I do not know where witches go when they die, but wherever that may be, I'll be sending you all my most fervent wishes.
I am not a religious woman, but I pray that you all escape from this place. Not a one of you deserves what's become of us.
Sincerely,
Emma Millstein
Laid out a little to the side of all of this is a neatly-folded piece of paper. Opening it up reveals a note in elegant handwriting:]
If you are reading this, then it is likely that I have passed on. It's regrettable that it's come to this at all, and ideally, you've found it by chance rather than my revealing where this was located. Regardless, I hope it can prove useful to you all in my absence.
I stumbled across the blueprint, prototype, and notes in the laboratory. I can't be certain of what this machine is intended to do, but I believe it's meant for brainwashing. I hope you all can understand why I thought it prudent to take these and hide them. Please, if I've any right to ask you all anything at this point, keep these out of the hands of our captors.
Additionally, beneath the notes are some things I've written as goodbyes, as morbid as that perhaps may be. Some for you here, some for those I love back in Erebonia. In the event that anyone makes it out of this wretched house alive and can return to my world, please see to it that my final words make it to their intended recipients.
If I have any regrets, it's that I'm no longer able to offer my aid to all of you. I do not know where witches go when they die, but wherever that may be, I'll be sending you all my most fervent wishes.
I am not a religious woman, but I pray that you all escape from this place. Not a one of you deserves what's become of us.
Sincerely,
Emma Millstein