Shadows of London: 1-20 Recovery Season

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When Caroline's confinement is over, Madam Petit brings her to a dance. There, Caroline spots Priscilla.

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Style: Required: Priscilla Goodwill Lv. 4 Recommended: Bellflower Guardian, Light Steps, Bellflower Promises, Words of Yore, Dreamy Coral, Butterfly Winks Rewards: 3,000 , 600 , 3 , 1 , 1 , Blueprint: Lost Melody

Lost Melody

Dialogue Choices

Note: Changing choices when replaying will cost 5

Do you think London is still in danger from vampires?

• Agree with her
  • Priscilla's Goodwill will rise
• Advise her not to think too much

Transcript

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• After the Scarlet Rose Club was banned, the newspapers stopped publishing articles on the epidemic, and it seems as though everything's back to normal.
• People are relieved, and start getting back to their various social activities.
• You: (Was the Baroness really behind the epidemic? She said that it had nothing to do with her...)

• You: (The people she drank blood from died on the spot, or turned into walking corpses.)

• You: (That's totally unlike the infected person I met in Eastern District.)

• I'm suddenly reminded of the mark on my left hand, and I roll up my sleeve to check. It has vanished.
• Madam Petit: Caroline, what are you doing? I've been knocking on your door for quite a while.

• You: I'm sorry, Aunt Petit, I didn't notice.

• Madam Petit: *sigh* I know, you're bored at home.

• Aunt Petit looks at me gently. She no longer sounds as stern as she did a few days ago.
• Madam Petit: I think you've learned your lesson about what kind of things ladies should or should not take part in.

• Madam Petit: Tonight, Bernard will be holding a ball at his residence. Let us go together.

• You: So... I'm no longer grounded?

• Madam Petit: I can't keep you cooped up at home forever. You'll despise me.

• You: I wouldn't, Aunt Petit. I know you mean well.

• Madam Petit: You're definitely more dignified than Miss Barnet.

• You: Is Priscilla all right? You mentioned that she's been grounded too...

• Madam Petit: I just visited the Barnet residence some days ago. Your friend is still the same as before, don't you worry.

• You: As long as she's fine.

• Madam Petit: I sincerely hope that you two will come to your senses, and behave like proper ladies from now on.

• Madam Petit: Alright, it's getting late. Go change into a gown.

• Today's ball is filled with laughter and cheer, and no one mentions the epidemic.
• Jesse Lindvall: Caroline, you're finally attending a ball!

• Jesse Lindvall: Have you read the book I gave you? Isn't it interesting?

• You: I'm sorry, I've not had time to read it yet.

• You: (I've not been in the mood to read!)

• Jesse Lindvall: Haha, Caroline, you must read it carefully. It's a good book about life decisions.

• Jesse winks at me meaningfully.
• I look around me, but I don't see Vincent nor Doctor Grey. I'm not sure what to feel about that.
• Jesse Lindvall: Caroline, who are you looking for? Edward?

• You: Yes...

• Jesse Lindvall: I said I'd help you get in contact, but... I didn't expect you to be so eager to see him.

• Jesse grins teasingly.
• Jesse Lindvall: Edward has been too busy with patients lately, and I'm afraid he has no spare time at all.

• Jesse Lindvall: The weather's getting cooler, and even if there's no epidemic, the people in the slums will be struggling to survive.

• You: Doctor Grey is a good doctor with a great sense of duty, and...

• Jesse Lindvall: And what?

• Jesse Lindvall: Why do I feel that every time you mention Edward, you seem to have something to say but can't say it?

• You: I just can't think of the right word to use to describe Doctor Grey.

• Jesse Lindvall: Handsome, gentle, knowledgeable -- all words that can be used.

• You: (No, the most suitable word right now would be "mysterious".)

• Jesse boasts to me about Doctor Grey's good traits again, and then he has to go off to talk to other people.
• My eyes wander about the room and to my delight, I spot Priscilla standing in a corner.
• You: (She appears to be talking to some of the girls from etiquette class. That's rather unusual.)

• I hurry towards her.
• Lady A: Miss Barnet, aren't you supposed to be grounded?

• Lady B: If I were you, having joined that evil, murderous club, I wouldn't dare show my face outdoors.

• Lady A: I heard Miss Hurst was sent to live in the countryside, because her father was worried that she would bring shame to the family.

• Two mean-looking ladies are standing next to Priscilla, mocking her.
• Priscilla's gaze is turned downward, and she doesn't say a word, but her chin is stubbornly raised.
• Lady A: You're usually so good with words, Miss Barnet. Why aren't you arguing with us now?

• Lady B: I guess some people just have to learn a bitter lesson before they can keep their mouths shut. Oh, don't look so stern, Miss Barnet. We're merely concerned about you.

• Lady A: There's no one here who would deign to talk to you, except us.

• Lady B: As your friends, we just hope you can adhere to a lady's code of conduct.

• You: Excuse me. I feel that being respectful towards others is one of the basic things you should do as a lady.

• Lady A: What do you mean by that, Miss Rayes?

• Lady B: Shouldn't we advise Miss Barnet after she has done something so terribly wrong?

• You: The 8th rule of <A Lady's Code of Conduct> is---

• You: When your conversation partner remains silent, you should smile and walk away.

• Lady A: Miss Rayes! You're as insolent as Miss Barnet! We're only trying to be nice.

• The two of them eye me furiously, then turn and leave with their noses in the air.
• Priscilla Barnet: Caroline, I haven't seen you in a while, but you're just the same as before. Deceptively timid, but fierce when you want to be.

• You: Priscilla, are you all right? I was really worried about you after we got separated that night.

• You: Aunt Petit told me she visited your home. Did she lecture you?

• Priscilla Barnet: You're just as much of a busybody as Madam Petit.

• Priscilla smiles awkwardly.
• Priscilla Barnet: Father wanted to send me to the countryside, but Madam Petit said that would make it harder to educate me.

• Priscilla Barnet: She wants me to continue with the etiquette lessons. She also said that it's unhealthy for me to stay cooped up indoors for too long, and recommended that I start socializing again.

• Priscilla Barnet: And... She even said that I have a talent for literature, and that I should stay in London to develop my potential... I have to admit she's quite discerning.

• You: Aunt Petit might look really fierce, but she cares a lot about women.

• Priscilla Barnet: I can tell who's sincere and who isn't.

• Priscilla Barnet: I didn't talk back to those girls, not because I agree with them, and not because I lack the courage.

• Priscilla Barnet: But because I've promised Madam Petit that I won't be so impulsive anymore.

• You: Priscilla, you really have changed somewhat... But that might not be a bad thing.

• Priscilla Barnet: I haven't changed. I still don't agree with the whole "angel in the house" concept.

• Priscilla Barnet: Oh well, let's not talk about all these. Tell me, what happened that night?

• Priscilla Barnet: After you shoved me, I fainted from the effects of the prayer water, and when I woke up, the police were already there.

• Priscilla Barnet: Did the Baroness catch you? How did you get away?

• You: I... I ran into the woods while the Baroness wasn't looking.

• Priscilla Barnet: And then? Did she go after you?

• You: Yes, yes, I was really scared, and I hid in the trees. I didn't dare to move one bit.

• You: Then there was a gun shot, and I couldn't hear the Baroness anymore.

• You: I waited for a while more, just to be safe, and when I came out of the woods, I found out that the Baroness is dead.

• Priscilla Barnet: Gun shot?

• Priscilla Barnet: You can't kill the Baroness with an ordinary gun. We both saw that.

• Priscilla ponders for a while, and then she brightens up.
• Priscilla Barnet: Did you see the person who fired the gun?

• You: No.

• Priscilla Barnet: What a pity. He must have been a vampire hunter!

• You: Vampire hunter?

• Priscilla Barnet: When I was grounded, I looked through all the books I could find on vampires.

• Priscilla Barnet: Some books mentioned a vampire hunter organization established a few centuries ago.

• Priscilla Barnet: The hunters went through harsh training to gain the skills they needed to hunt vampires.

• You: Is there really such an organization?

• Priscilla Barnet: The books also say that vampire hunters usually concealed their identities so that people wouldn't find out about them.

• Priscilla Barnet: There must be vampire hunters at work in London! How could an ordinary human being kill a vampire?

• You: Can I borrow those books from you, Priscilla?

• Priscilla Barnet: Of course.

• Priscilla Barnet: Do you think London is still in danger from vampires?

Agree with her

• You: It's certainly possible.

• You: The Baroness is dead, but there may be other vampires in hiding.

• You: And I suspect the epidemic isn't over yet.

• Priscilla Barnet: You've thought about this a lot too, I see.

• Priscilla Barnet: I'm afraid we're the only two people in London who know the most about what's really going on.

Advise her not to think too much

• You: It's all over, Priscilla. Don't think so much.

• Priscilla Barnet: You really believe all those fake reports?!

• You: There hasn't been any news of infections lately, so...

• Priscilla Barnet: You're so naive, Caroline!

• Priscilla Barnet: The Baroness is dead, but there may be other vampires lurking in London.

• Priscilla Barnet: And I have a feeling that things won't end so simply.

• You: Do you have something in mind, Priscilla?

• Priscilla Barnet: Of course. The Baroness deceived me, and I want my revenge!

• Priscilla Barnet: A few days ago, I wrote a letter to a detective I'm acquainted with. He'll come over to help me investigate the truth.

• Priscilla Barnet: Do you want to join us, Caroline?

• You: I...

• I'm tempted, but unsure. Vincent might get into trouble.
• Priscilla Barnet: *sigh* I knew you wouldn't have the resolve.

• Priscilla Barnet: Never mind, I won't push you. It's good to stay safely at home after such a dangerous incident.

• You: I'm sorry.

• You: (I better not tell anyone about Vincent for now.)

• Priscilla Barnet: All the best, Caroline.

• As the ball draws to an end, there's a flash of lightning, and a sudden storm inconveniences the guests returning home.
• Aunt Petit was about to take me home as well, but Mr. Erskine suddenly feels unwell, and she decided to stay back to check on him for a while.

• The guests gradually disperse, and I wait in the hall for a long while before an exhausted Aunt Petit enters.
• You: How is Mr. Erskine?

• Madam Petit: He drank too much. He'll be fine. He should keep his age in mind... Oh, how he worries me!

• Madam Petit: The storm will probably get much worse. You should take the carriage home first. I'll stay a while longer.

• You: Will you be all right going home later? Why don't I stay to keep you company?

• Madam Petit: That won't be proper! It's already not proper for me to stay back.

• Jesse Lindvall: Stop arguing. I have a perfect solution.

• You: Jesse?! You're still here...

• Jesse Lindvall: I can send Miss Rayes back home. Madam Petit's carriage can stay.

• Madam Petit: That's great, Mr. Lindvall. I'm counting on you.

• I get into Jesse's carriage, and think about Priscilla's words with a heavy heart.
• Jesse Lindvall: You look gloomier than the weather outside, Caroline.

• You: I've been feeling so uneasy lately.

• Jesse Lindvall: You're such a worrywart.

• Jesse Lindvall: I do wish you'd give me a smile during my last few days in London.

• You: Last few days? You're about to leave London?!

• Jesse Lindvall: I'm thoroughly sick of London's superficiality, and I want to spend some time in the countryside.

• Jesse Lindvall: Don't be so shocked, Caroline. You know what the people here are like.

• There's a trace of exhaustion in Jesse's smiling eyes.
• Jesse Lindvall: Just a while ago, they were all doom and gloom. Now they're all in great spirits because nothing affects them.

• Jesse Lindvall: I'm not that close to my bunch of idiotic friends, but I still can't accept how uncaring they are about death.

• You: That's right. They're all celebrating the fact that they weren't sacrificed, and no one's grieving the dead.

• Jesse shrugs, and smiles bitterly.
• Jesse Lindvall: Everyone's always singing my praises in the ton, but if I were to die some day--

• Jesse Lindvall: The only ones who would miss me would be Edward, my sister, and you.

• You: Nonsense! Jesse, you'll live long and have great health.

• Jesse Lindvall: Hahaha, I'm just joking, Miss Rayes!

• His laughter does cheer me up a little.
• Soon, the carriage reaches familiar streets.
• Jesse Lindvall: I'm going to the Eastern District, Caroline. If Madam Petit asks, please keep it a secret.

• You: It's late at night, and it's pouring outside, why are you going to the Eastern District?!

• Jesse Lindvall: Edward, of course. He's seeing patients in Eastern District today.

• Jesse Lindvall: It's difficult for him to hire a carriage in this weather, so I'll just send him home too.

• You: The two of you share an enviable friendship.

• Jesse Lindvall: Haha, that's because I've been relying on Edward's marvelous medicine for years.

• When I reach the residence, I stand at the door, and peer worriedly at Jesse's carriage disappearing into the gloomy curtain of rain.
• The night deepens, and Aunt Petit does not return. I watch the rain outside the window, and fall asleep.

• The scene before me makes me realize I'm dreaming again.
• I'm a child huddling in the corner of a room, looking timidly at my mother.
• You: Mama... What's wrong?

• Mother's face is devoid of color, and her bloodred eyes stare at me as if possessed.
• You: Mama?

• Something vicious flashes across her eyes, and she howls, pouncing at me with clawed hands--
• Cyril: No! Lavinia!

• I scream and cover my face. A broad figure stands before me, protecting me.
• Cyril: Lavinia, calm down. It's Caroline!

• Cyril: Pull yourself together! Lavinia, I beg you!

• Father hugs Mother tightly, crying and calling out her name over and over again.
• Lavinia: Caroline... My...

• My mother stops briefly, muttering my name, as if in a dream.
• But her awareness is quickly buried again, and she roars, struggling violently.
• You: Papa, Mama...

• I squeeze my eyes shut. Father keeps begging, and Mother keeps roaring ferociously.
• They keep on tussling, and then Father grunts.
• Mother stops roaring, and there's a dull thud.
• You: Papa... What happened?

• Cyril: Don't look! Caroline... don't look...

• Amid Father's sobs, I open my eyes uneasily, and peep through my fingers.
• Mother is lying on the floor. Moonlight shines through the window and falls on her face. She looks like she's sleeping peacefully.
• You: What's wrong with Mama?

• Father's facing away from me, and his shoulders are shaking violently.
• I want to take his hand, but then I notice he's holding a silver dagger. Its blade is dripping with fresh blood.

• Deafening thunder startles me awake, and I press a hand to my racing heart.
• You: It's just a nightmare! It's not real!

• You: Father loved Mother. He wouldn't do that!

• Sobbing, I bury my face in my hands, trying to comfort myself. But I know this cruel dream could very well be reality.
• You: Mother's red eyes and fangs in the dream look just like those of the Baroness' and Vincent's.

• You: The terrible thoughts she mentioned before...

• A frightening, yet unbelievable thought takes form in my mind.
• Hurried footsteps can be heard outside my door.
• You: Has Aunt Petit returned?

• I look out the window. The sky has brightened, and the rain has stopped.
• Anna: Miss, Miss Rayes...

• You: What's wrong, Anna?

• Anna: The Lindvall family sent a message: Jesse Lindvall suddenly fell ill last night, and passed away in the Eastern District...

• You: What did you say?

• Thunder keeps roaring in the clouds above, and there's a ringing in my ears.
• Anna: The messenger says that Scotland Yard might question you soon... Please... Please be prepared.

• A sudden wave of dizziness sweeps over me, and I collapse on the floor, my mind a complete blank.