Shadows of London: 1-5 Unexpected Meeting

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A hopeful Caroline goes to the famous Hyde Park in search of a certain poet, but meets someone else instead.

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Style: Event Logs: Hyde Park Recommended: Rose of Hyde Park, Royal Road, Memorial Grove, Wellington Secret Perfect Score: ~4,910 Rewards: 3,000 , 600 , 3 , 1 , 1 , Blueprint: Intuitive Gloves

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Dialogue Choices

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Edward: What question?

• Ask about the origin of the disease
  • Edward's goodwill will rise
• Ask if the disease has appeared before
  • No change

Transcript

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• Over the next few days, my mind keeps going back to the conversation between Aunt Petit and Mr. Erskine.
• You: If my parents died of the strange disease, why would the Rayes family try to keep it a secret?

• You: To preserve aristocratic dignity?

• I'd love to ask Aunt Petit about it, but I don't know how to begin.
• You: When Mr. Erskine voiced his suspicions, Aunt Petit cut him off so sternly.

• You: I'd never seen her so fierce before.

• My gaze lands upon the <Wilderness> book beside my pillow.
• Vincent Savile's image instantly appears in my mind.
• You: Mr. Savile's pretty interested in the disease...

• You: If the disease did appear more than ten years ago, he might have heard something about it.

• You: But I don't know where he stays... How do I look for him?

• I flip through the <Wilderness>, hoping to find some clues.
• You: "Alone, I am kissed by night, the reaper gently dreams."

• You: "My soul is sealed within a cave, my body buried beneath."

• You: "Oh, ancient curse! May eternity finally leave me in my sleep."

• You: "<Eternal Night>, overcast day at Hyde Park"

• After scanning through the book, I realize that the poet seems to like Hyde Park a lot when the sky is dark.
• You: Aunt Petit has gone out, so I'll just go try my luck at Hyde Park!

• Passing through the southeast gates of Hyde Park, I arrive at a quiet little path.
• I recall the poetic descriptions in the book, and imagine Mr. Savile standing at the end of the path.
• You: I wonder if he's here today...

• The soil is muddy after the rain, and the poplar trees on either side smell fresh and sweet.
• As I pass by the lake, I spot a gentleman standing with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing silently at the lake.
• You: That must be him!

• Excited, I run over to him.
• You: Mr. Sa...vile?

• Young Man: Are you...calling to me?

• The gentleman frowns. He has a similar build to Mr. Savile, and his skin is deathly pale as well.
• You: Oh, I'm sorry! I mistook you for someone else!

• Young Man: Haha, it's alright.

• Young Man: The ground is slippery after the rain. Be careful not to fall, young lady.

• As he gives me this kindly advice, I notice that he's holding pen and paper.
• I still feel lucky, so I describe Mr. Savile's appearance to him, hoping that they might somehow know each other.
• Young Man: It's really quiet and peaceful here. All the members of the poetry club like to come here for inspiration.

• Young Man: But I don't seem to recall anyone like the person you've just described. And I've never heard his name in any club nor salon.

• You: Oh... I'm sorry to trouble you.

• After bidding him goodbye, I wander about the park, but do not see Mr. Savile.
• You: *sigh* I guess this trip was in vain... I don't know when I'll be able to slip out again...

• Disappointed, I start walking towards the exit. Someone calls out to me enthusiastically.
• ???: Aren't you Caroline from Madam Petit's residence?

• You: Mr. Lindvall?!

• Jesse Lindvall: I saw you from afar, clutching that book and looking deep in thought. Are you following Madam Petit's footsteps by writing a book?

• Jesse Lindvall: What have you written so far? Show me!

• You: No, I just...

• Edward Grey: Jesse, you're making Miss Rayes uncomfortable.

• Standing beside Mr. Lindvall is a tall man. He's the doctor I met on the train to London.
• You: Doctor Grey?

• Edward Grey: Good afternoon, Miss Rayes. I'm honored that you remember me.

• You: I'm happy you remember me too... I never imagined we'd meet again.

• Edward Grey: Are you all alone today?

• You: Yes, I... I've been staying at my aunt's place ever since I arrived in London.

• You: I had some free time today, so I decided to take a stroll.

• Edward Grey: Looks like you've gotten used to living in London.

• Jesse Lindvall: Excuse me, you two... Don't forget there's a living person here who has no idea what's going on.

• Mr. Lindvall looks at us with great interest.
• Jesse Lindvall: How did you get to know one another?

• Edward Grey: Miss Rayes and I met on the train a while ago.

• Doctor Grey tells him about the encounter.
• He does not mention that I cried in my sleep, and I am spared the embarrassment.
• Jesse Lindvall: I see. Fate is such a marvellous thing.

• Jesse Lindvall: Caroline, it's boring to stroll in the park alone. Why don't we go to the art gallery together?

• You: I'm afraid I can't... I need to get back before Aunt Petit returns.

• Edward Grey: Jesse, we planned a stroll by the lake, and then you're supposed to go home. No gallery visit for you.

• Jesse Lindvall: My dear Doctor Grey, after swallowing your miraculous medicine, I'm full of life again.

• Jesse Lindvall: I don't think a visit to the gallery will affect me. Don't be such a wet blanket.

• You: Mr. Lindvall, are you unwell?

• Jesse Lindvall: It's just an old problem. I tend to get a cough when the weather changes. It's no big deal.

• Perhaps it's the weather, but Mr. Lindvall does look a lot paler than he did at the tea party.
• Edward Grey: Don't push yourself. The air by the lake may be fresh but it's humid as well. We shouldn't stay here long.

• Jesse Lindvall: Doctor's orders?

• Edward Grey: Yes, I am advising you as your private doctor, but also as a friend.

• You: Mr. Lindvall, I think you should listen to Doctor Grey's suggestion and rest early.

• Jesse Lindvall: Alright, alright. We'll meet another day.

• Jesse Lindvall: Don't look so grave! It's not like I'm seriously ill or anything.

• Edward Grey: Watch it. There's so much news these days about the disease. It's a sensitive topic.

• Jesse Lindvall: It's just a careless remark. Why are you so serious...

• You: Doctor Grey, do you think the situation in Eastern District is grave?

• Edward Grey: I head down to the densely populated areas to see patients every week. The people are afraid, yes...

• Edward Grey: But I've yet to see someone afflicted with the disease myself. I've only talked to a few fellow doctors about the symptoms.

• You: May... May I ask you a question?

• Edward Grey: What question?

Ask about the origin of the disease

• You: What caused the outbreak?

• You: Did people contract it from dead animals? Or was the water polluted...

• Edward Grey: As far as I know, the cause of the outbreak is still unclear.

• Edward Grey: And that's why there have been some vague rumors flying about.

• You: I heard... that those who contracted the disease were all of bad character.

• Edward Grey: Do you believe that rumor?

• You: No, disease afflicts everyone equally, whether they are rich or poor, good or bad.

• You: Only man-made incidents have specific targets.

• Edward Grey: Do you think the disease in Eastern District is man-made?

• You: I simply spoke what came to mind. I really hope that's not the case.

• You: It's such a cruel way to take people's lives. It doesn't seem ethical at all.

• You: In fact, the person who initiated this would be committing a far greater sin than whatever the afflicted victims have done.

• Edward Grey: You are a lady with great empathy and a sense of justice, Miss Rayes.

Ask if the disease has appeared before

• You: Is this the first time such a disease has appeared in London?

• You: Has anything like this happened before, many years ago?

• Edward Grey: You haven't been in London for long, Miss Rayes, how did you know?

• You: I, I heard someone mention it during the tea party...

• You: More than a decade ago, there was a similar outbreak in Saint George.

• Edward Grey: I've read of it in some medical journals before. There were patients with similar symptoms years ago.

• Edward Grey: But not much has been written about it. The descriptions are short and vague, and mentioned in only a few records.

• Edward Grey: So there's no way of telling if the current disease is the same one.

• You: I see... And as a doctor, you would require adequate evidence to make a conclusion.

• Edward Grey: Miss Rayes, don't worry too much. The disease does not show any signs of spreading yet.

• Edward Grey: Many doctors and academics are already researching it, and perhaps we'll find a cure for it soon.

• Edward Grey: But I must remind you to stay indoors more, and to avoid the Eastern District.

• Mr. Lindvall yawns loudly.
• Jesse Lindvall: Edward, are you finished with the lecture yet?

• Jesse Lindvall: You're ruining the lovely afternoon with all that gloomy talk!

• Edward Grey: You worry me to bits too, Jesse.

• Edward Grey: If you run off to Charles Street to look for that East European merchant again, I won't cover up for you anymore. I'll even report it to your father.

• Perhaps the mention of Mr. Lindvall's father is enough to scare him. He raises his hands in surrender, and smiles bitterly.
• Jesse Lindvall: Alright, I get it... I'll be good and go home now, okay?

• Edward Grey: It's getting late. Let's go. I must see you back to the residence myself, or I'll worry.

• Doctor Grey looks at me gently.
• Edward Grey: Miss Rayes, we'll see you back too.

• You: There's no need. I took Aunt Petit's carriage to get here and the coachman is still waiting for me outside the park.

• Jesse Lindvall: Oh, that's too bad, Caroline.

• You: Take care of your health, Mr. Lindvall.

• Jesse Lindvall: Alright, I will, so that I can see you again as soon as possible.

• He winks at me cheekily.

• When I reach the park gates, I see Jack the coachman waving at me.
• On the way, he keeps talking to me about all sorts of things. I listen halfheartedly, and soon, the carriage reaches Aunt Petit's home.
• When I step through the door, Anna tells me that Aunt Petit is already home.

• Nervously, I walk into the living room, and wonder how I'm going to explain my outing.
• Madam Petit: My dear Caroline, you're finally back.

• Madam Petit: It's been raining so much lately, and I was worried that you'd get drenched.

• You: I had some free time, so I went to take a stroll at Hyde Park. I lost my way for a while, so I took a bit longer to get back.

• You: I'm sorry for the worry I've caused.

• Madam Petit: Silly child, there's no need to apologize.

• Madam Petit: I've been busy discussing the new column with the publishers, and I haven't brought you out at all. I have neglected you.

• You: (Aunt Petit's in quite a good mood today...)

• Madam Petit: But I'm glad there's someone else who is willing to take you around London in my place.

• Aunt Petit hands me a letter with a smile.
• You: This is...?

• Madam Petit: An invite from Jesse Lindvall, for you.

• You: Mr. Lindvall?!

• I tear open the envelope apprehensively.

Caroline,
After meeting you today, I realized that you're very interesting indeed. You might be from the countryside, but talking to you is far more meaningful than talking to any of the "gentlemen" here.
Remember the art gallery I mentioned this afternoon at the park? Let's go visit it tomorrow. Don't reject me again.

Jesse Lindvall

• You: Mr. Lindvall has invited me to the art gallery tomorrow.

• Madam Petit: Looks like the two of you got along splendidly at the tea party.

• Madam Petit: You may skip the etiquette lesson tomorrow. Go enjoy your date. Remember to dress well.

• You: Alright...

• Aunt Petit seems delighted beyond compare. I can only swallow all the excuses I had in mind.