Shadows of London: 1-15 Entrapment

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Frightened by her nightmare, Caroline decides to seek Vincent's help. Strangely, the mailing adress he provided is fake, and Caroline can only ask for directions and try her luck.

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Style: Required: Rule Keeper, Priscilla Goodwill Lv. 3 Recommended: Thorough Care, Plain Steps, Pure White, Rule Keeper, Meticulous Subtelty Perfect Score: ~8,010 Rewards: 3,000 , 600 , 3 , 1 , 1 , Blueprint: Words of Yore

Words of Yore

Dialogue Choices

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• Accept his suggestion
  • Affects story outcome in 1-18 On the Hunt
• Refuse to work together
  • Affects story outcome in 1-18 On the Hunt

Transcript

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• Aunt Petit has been busy compiling her new book at home, so I've not had a chance to go look for Mr. Savile.
• I count the days anxiously, and the night of the full moon is just a few days away...

• I get tired of being cooped up indoors, and decide to take a stroll in the greenhouse one afternoon.
• I walk past the fountain and along the outermost flowers, looking for the white roses I love.
• You: Huh?

• I catch a glimpse of the open garden side door outside the walls of the greenhouse.
• You: Is that... Mr. Erskine's carriage outside the door?

• After a moment, I see a primly dressed Aunt Petit hurrying towards the side door.
• You: Mr. Erskine's such a great help. I must go out right away!

• You: Oh yes, I should change into something that won't rouse any suspicion.

• Jack: You want to go to Mr. Vincent Savile's residence?!

• You: Yes, there's something I want to discuss with him.

• You: After the Lindvall ball, you sent Mr. Savile back home, so you should know his address, right?

• Jack: Well... I do remember the address.

• Jack: Miss Rayes, looks like you're getting along quite well with Mr. Savile!

• Jack: Are you dressed like this because you don't want Madam to find out? I do feel that the two of you would make a nice couple!

• You: Nonsense! I just like to examine literature with him sometimes.

• Jack: Haha, no need to explain! I understand!

• The carriage stops on a street in an area between the Eastern and Western Districts.
• Jack: That building is where Mr. Savile stays. But I don't know which apartment.

• You: I'll just go ask the receptionist. Thank you, you can go back first.

• Jack: When do you intend to return? I'll come fetch you.

• You: Well... Mr. Savile will send me back home.

• Jack: Alright! Enjoy your date.

• You: Jack!

• Jack sticks his tongue out at me, and then jumps back on the carriage.
• I shake my head in exasperation, and watch the carriage disappear into the distance. Then I go look for the receptionist.

• You: How do you do? May I ask, which apartment does Mr. Vincent Savile stay in?

• Receptionist: I'm afraid you have the wrong place. He doesn't stay here.

• You: How is that possible? He told me his address himself.

• Receptionist: You see, Mr. Savile does pay us a fee, and he's registered here.

• Receptionist: But we're only in charge of receiving his mail and keeping it for him. We don't know where he stays.

• You: What do I do now? I have urgent business with him.

• You: Do you know of a place he might frequent?

• Receptionist: I don't know that either.

• Receptionist: But he always walks towards the east along the street after getting his mail. Perhaps you can head east to try your luck.

• You: Alright, I'm sorry for the trouble.

• After leaving the building, since I can't think of anything else to do, I head east along the street.
• You: (If I keep going, I'll reach the Eastern District.)

• You: (Even if Mr. Savile stays there, I won't be able to find him in that dense area.)

• After passing by a few streets, I notice there are more and more branches in the street up ahead.
• You: (I can't just keep on walking aimlessly.)

• You: (If I get lost, or run into any trouble, that would be bad. I guess I'll just have to go home...)

• I walk to the side, and look up and down the street, wondering if I can spot a carriage for hire.
• Then I notice an unexpected patch of greenery just behind a decaying street corner.
• You: (There's actually a small patch of forest at the end of that filthy alley...)

• It's clearly the first time I've ever been here, but it feels strangely familiar.
• You: (That's right, <Greenery of Ashes>! That's a poem inside the <Wilderness>!)

• You: (It might just be a spot frequented by Mr. Savile!)

• It's a very tiny patch of forest. More accurately speaking, it's probably an abandoned park.
• I step on the fallen leaves, and focus on investigating the place. Startled birds flap their wings and fly up to the tree branches.
• The tree leaves rustle in the wind, and I notice a familiar figure beyond the swaying branches.
• You: Mr. Savile, is that you?

• The figure starts, then turns around.
• Vincent Savile: Miss Rayes?

• Mr. Savile's face is deathly pale, and I can even see faint purple veins beneath his skin.
• You: Are you ill?!

• Vincent Savile: No, I'm not.

• I take out a handkerchief, intending to wipe away the sweat on his brow. But he rapidly backs away to stand in the shadows.
• Vincent Savile: Miss Rayes, I never expected to see you here.

• You: I did spend a lot of effort trying to track you down.

• You: There's something I wish to ask you.

• Vincent Savile: What is it?

• You: I know you've been investigating the source of the epidemic, and you know much about the situation in Eastern District.

• You: At the ball, you also mentioned tricksters who claim to be able to prevent or cure the disease.

• You: I wonder if you know of "fake remedies" that result in symptoms similar to the disease symptoms?

• Vincent Savile: What do you mean?

• You: Some days ago, my friend drank some kind of medicine that's supposed to help prevent the disease.

• You: That very night, she experienced some strange symptoms.

• Vincent Savile: What kind of symptoms?

• You: Anxiety, overheating, nightmares, and... a bizarre thirst for blood.

• Mr. Savile's expression changes.
• Vincent Savile: And how is your friend now?

• You: She returned to normal the next day, but she's getting really scared, and so---

• Vincent Savile: So you've come running to me for help.

• Mr. Savile seems to have seen right through me, and I'm at a loss.
• Vincent Savile: Miss Rayes, if you don't tell me everything, I can't possibly help you.

• Under Mr. Savile's steady gaze, I decide to give in and tell him all about the Scarlet Rose Club.
• Vincent Savile: You really have no sense of danger.

• Vincent Savile: Entering such a shady organization on your own... Should I even praise your courage?

• You: Now that I think about it, I guess I was too reckless.

• You: But I have a reason for doing it, and I suspect the Scarlet Rose Club started this epidemic.

• Vincent Savile: The adverse effects of the "prayer water" aren't enough to prove that theory.

• Vincent Savile: And the discomfort you felt vanished after that night.

• Vincent Savile: The people who get infected display far more obvious symptoms, and they quickly pass away.

• You: Even if my theory is too far-fetched, we still know that there's something wrong with the "prayer water".

• You: The Baroness could be using it to control the club members, and make it impossible for people to get free.

• Vincent Savile: What do you plan to do about the full moon ritual?

• You: Well, I can't hide from it, so I guess I'll just go along. I might just be able to find out about what the club is really doing.

• Vincent Savile: Have you considered that you might lose your life when you expose the truth?

• You: Of course I have.

• You: I came looking for you, because I wanted to see if I could find a way to save myself...

• Vincent Savile: There is a way, but it'll be dangerous.

• You: What way?

• Vincent Savile: We can work together. You continue taking part in the club's activities, including that mysterious ritual.

• Vincent Savile: Learn the details of their ritual, and then pass me the information in secret.

• Vincent Savile: On the night of the full moon, I will lurk in the shadows and wait for an opportunity to make a move. You need only support me when needed.

• You: Work together... Just the two of us?

• Vincent Savile: Frankly speaking, I've heard of this club too, after spending so much time in the Eastern District.

• Vincent Savile: But they only accept young aristocrats as members, and so I've never been able to find out much about them.

• Vincent Savile: Miss Rayes, your voluntary attempt to reach me has given me a precious opportunity.

• You: I see... So what do you plan to do on the night of the full moon?

• Vincent Savile: As a precaution, I cannot tell you that yet.

• Vincent Savile: But you can rest assured. I will find a way for you to escape.

• You: Ah...

Accept his suggestion

• I'm still doubtful, but it's an idea after all, and at least it's better than fighting this all alone or arousing the suspicions of the club.
• You: (And Mr. Savile seems to know a great deal about Eastern District and the epidemic, things no one else seems to know.)

• You: (There's no better person to rely on.)

• You: Alright, I accept.

• Vincent Savile: Miss Rayes, you really are a courageous lady.

• Vincent Savile: Now that I have your trust, I'm willing to give my life if necessary, to protect you on the night of the full moon.

• Vincent Savile: Please be careful in the days before the ritual. Don't tell anyone about anything.

• You: I understand.

• You: If I find any information before the night of the full moon, I will find a way to pass it to you.

Refuse to work together

• You: I'm sorry, but if you don't tell me what you plan to do, I can't work with you.

• Vincent Savile: I understand you're worried, but it's not wise to do this alone.

• You: You want me to be honest with you, but you refuse to tell me anything. How am I supposed to trust you?

• You: This concerns my safety, as well as my friend's safety. I can't take such a huge risk.

• You: If I obey the Baroness' orders, I might still survive. Traitors to the club will be punished.

• Mr. Savile is silent for a while. He frowns, seemingly conflicted.
• Finally, he sighs.
• Vincent Savile: Alright, you're worried, but I have my reasons too.

• Vincent Savile: If that's the case, I won't force you.

• You: I will think of something on my own. Please don't tell anyone about this.

• He calls out to me as I'm turning to leave.
• Vincent Savile: Miss Rayes, I promise I won't tell anyone about what you've said today.

• Vincent Savile: But if I manage to gain information about the ritual via my own methods, please do not get in my way.

• I'm not sure what Mr. Savile means by that, but I nod my head hesitantly.

• On the way home, I gaze out the carriage window at the gray, foggy streets, feeling uneasy.
• Will everything go according to Mr. Savile's plans?