Shadows of London: 1-6 London's Other Side

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Caroline agrees to accompany Jesse Lindvall to an art gallery. But once on board the carriage, he reveals where he actually wants to go with her.

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Style: Event Logs: River Thames, Belladonna Required: Edward Goodwill Lv. 2 Recommended: Windy Wheat, Wheaty Glow, Intuitive Gloves, Lotus Drizzle, Tasseled Dance Perfect Score: ~4,510 Rewards: 3,000 , 600 , 3 , 1 , 1 , Blueprint: Floral Gloves

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Vincent: Miss Rayes, do you believe in vampires?

• Yes
  • Vincent's Goodwill will rise
• No

Transcript

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• Aunt Petit regards Mr. Lindvall's invite as a very big deal.
• She even sacrificed her afternoon break to pick out my outfit for me.
• Madam Petit: This is the first time I've heard this gentleman invite a young lady of his own accord.

• Madam Petit: My dear Caroline, you must make good use of this valuable opportunity.

• You: Aunt Petit, perhaps Mr. Lindvall is just being kind because I'm new in London.

• Aunt Petit sighs, smiles, and shakes her head at me.
• Madam Petit: Perhaps it's your naivete that has piqued Mr. Lindvall's curiosity.

• Madam Petit: Anyways, when you're attending an official date, you should put on some exquisite clothing.

• You: (I guess I'm not allowed to put on any normal clothing...)

• After changing into the new clothes Aunt Petit prepared for me, Anna tells us that Mr. Lindvall's carriage is already outside the residence.

• Jesse Lindvall: Looking good today, Caroline. I guess you're looking forward to the gallery.

• You: Thank you for inviting me, Mr. Lindvall. To be honest, I'm rather fond of art.

• Jesse Lindvall: We've met a few times, so there's no need to be so formal. Call me Jesse.

• Jesse Lindvall: Every time I hear you say "Mr. Lindvall", it reminds me of my father or my brother instead...

• You: Alright, Jesse.

• You: (Come to think of it, he started calling me "Caroline" the second time we met.)

• Jesse Lindvall: Haha, I knew you're a fun person!

• You: So where's the art gallery?

• Jesse grins and starts rattling off.
• Jesse Lindvall: Everyone says London's a city of the arts, and today I'm taking you to the most artistic area in the whole of London.

• The carriage rushes down the wide boulevard, but it does not turn into Regent Street nor Park Lane like I expected.
• We leave behind familiar streets, and the buildings and roads outside grow narrow and crammed.
• You: Is...the carriage going to the Eastern District?

• Jesse Lindvall: If I say yes, will you back out of the trip?

• Jesse Lindvall: After all, it's the most reviled part of the city, and there's even a rumored disease going around.

• You: Of course not. I've been longing for a chance to check out the Eastern District.

• You: When I was five, I stayed with my parents in Saint George.

• You: They passed away, and I was sent to Hampshire.

• Jesse Lindvall: I did hear some rumors about you on the day of the tea party...

• Jesse looks at me apologetically.
• You: Don't feel sorry, Jesse. I've never felt ashamed of my background.

• You: A person's worth isn't decided by his status and fame.

• You: The childhood years I spent in the Eastern District are my most precious memories.

• Jesse Lindvall: Perhaps we are somewhat similar, Caroline.

• The corners of Jesse's mouth twitch upwards, but there's a trace of sadness in his eyes.
• Jesse Lindvall: My mother was born in the Eastern District. She was the daughter of a humble vendor, and it was her beauty that caught my father's eye.

• Jesse Lindvall: When my older sister was born, my father was still a loan shark. After some years, he rose in society and became a well respected banker.

• Jesse Lindvall: He grew distant from my mother, and she became depressed, and finally passed away from illness.

• Jesse looks out the window. His long eyelashes cast lush shadows on his slender face.
• You: Jesse, I'm sorry about what happened...

• Jesse Lindvall: That was many years ago, and there's no point harboring hate towards my own father.

• Jesse Lindvall: So I just slip away to the Eastern District every now and then, and cause some trouble for the dignified Lindvall family.

• Jesse brightens up and regains his usual cheeriness.
• Jesse Lindvall: Heh, since you're here, why don't we go visit Saint George?

• The carriage stops after a while. Jesse tells me that we're in Saint George.
• Looking out, I see muddy alleyways stretching away from the main road. Rats dart in and out of holes.
• Drunken vagrants lie by the roadside. Children in tattered clothing are pointing at the carriage.
• Jesse Lindvall: Caroline, welcome to the other side of London. This is the real world.

• Jesse Lindvall: These alleyways are the worst of all. One misstep, and you might lose your life.

• I peer around me. The dark, gray alleyways interlace like the passages of a maze.
• You: My childhood home was an old apartment, and there was an elm tree in front that had been cut down.

• You: There was an old warehouse nearby too, and there were always some aggressive-looking men lurking around it.

• Jesse Lindvall: You'll have to give me more details than that. Such places are pretty common in the Eastern District.

• You: My childhood memories have grown hazy. I can't possibly remember any fine details...

• Jesse Lindvall: Alright, then we'll just have to search these alleys.

• Jesse Lindvall: Oh yes, we might run into pickpockets, so stay close to me.

• You: I will.

• It's getting dark, and we've visited several warehouses, but didn't manage to find my childhood home.
• Jesse Lindvall: Caroline, it's dangerous here at night. We shouldn't stay any longer.

• I peer down the alley in front of me. Under the street lamp, there's a sinister man observing me.
• You: Alright... If I stay out too late, Aunt Petit will worry.

• Jesse Lindvall: Don't be discouraged. I'll just find another chance to bring you here.

• Jesse Lindvall: And I'll keep today's details a secret from Madam Petit.

• You: Thank you, Jesse.

• My fine clothing stands out like a sore thumb, and I've attracted many predatory gazes, so it's a good thing Jesse's by my side.
• The main road is just ahead. The yelling of a street vendor has caught our attention.
• Street Vendor: Miracle cure for the disease! Don't miss out!

• Street Vendor: If you don't want to die, get one!

• He's holding a bottle of reddish-brown medicine.
• Perhaps it's too costly, for the passers-by merely give it a glance before scurrying past. The vendor's cries grow louder.
• Street Vendor: The disease is a punishment from God! Normal medicine won't work, and the best doctors can't treat it!

• Street Vendor: Even the great Harolds Pharmacy has tried to purchase the formula from me!

• Jesse Lindvall: What a lovely coincidence.

• Jesse crosses his arms, a slight smile on his face. He approaches the vendor.
• Street Vendor: You must be gentlefolk from the Western District, right? I don't think you know just how scary the disease is!

• Jesse Lindvall: Oh? Do tell us.

• Street Vendor: Ah, I'm afraid the details will frighten this beautiful lady next to you.

• You: Stop stalling. If you don't tell us, how can you prove that your medicine works?

• Street Vendor: It's a truly bizarre and deadly disease! There are corpses lying in dark alleys!

• Street Vendor: The victims' eyes are bloodshot. They bite people in the streets like madmen, and spread the disease!

• You: They bite people?!

• Street Vendor: Once night falls, their eyes turn red, they lose their senses, and start craving blood like vampires.

• Street Vendor: Some have jumped into the River Thames because they couldn't stand the torment!

• Street Vendor: It's a punishment from God! There's no way to survive unless you drink this miracle cure!

• You: If it's a punishment from God, how is it that your medicine can save people?

• Jesse Lindvall: Caroline, these charlatans are always talking about God. Don't be deceived.

• Street Vendor: Please, sir, I'm not a cheat...

• Street Vendor: My medicine has saved countless lives in the Eastern District. Why don't you ask around?

• Jesse Lindvall: Well then, where did you get this wonderful formula from?

• Jesse Lindvall: Don't tell me that God told you in a dream.

• Street Vendor: It was given to me by a distinguished lady. She is an emissary from God.

• Street Vendor: I ran into her and helped her once, and she gave me the formula.

• You: If that's the case, why don't you sell the formula to the pharmacy?

• Street Vendor: The lady told me that I must keep the formula a secret at all costs.

• Street Vendor: But as a medicine seller, I'm concerned about the safety of Londoners too...

• Street Vendor: And that is why I've taken the risk to manufacture this medicine to save people's lives!

• The street vendor shakes the bottle in front of my eyes. Suddenly, an arm appears and snatches it away.
• Vincent Savile: Miracle cure? Oldest trick in the book.

• You: Mr. Savile?!

• Street Vendor: Sir, please don't sully my business!

• Vincent Savile: This thing reeks of horse manure. Judging from the color, there's salamander eye and frog toes in there too.

• Vincent Savile: And there's another smell. Let me guess--

• Vincent Savile: It's Belladonna, isn't it?

• You: What's that?

• Vincent Savile: An ancient species of plant. It can be used to make eye drops, but it's incredibly poisonous.

• Vincent Savile: Belladonna in a medical draught? Really? Are you trying to kill people instead?

• Street Vendor: It-it's an ancient potion, you don't understand...

• The vendor snatches back his bottle and curses at us as he pushes his cart further down the alley.
• Jesse Lindvall: We meet again, Mr. Savile. What wind has blown you here?

• Vincent Savile: I'm here to find clues about the disease, of course... You haven't come here to date in the dump, have you?

• His gaze sweeps across us, and I feel rather ill at ease.
• You: We're here to... investigate the past.

• Jesse Lindvall: Mr. Savile, you seem to know these street charlatans very well indeed. This has been very educational.

• Vincent Savile: Over the past centuries, tricksters have preyed on fear every time there's been an epidemic.

• Vincent Savile: Funny thing is, times may change, but these tricks all remain the same.

• You: You sound just like my grandfather.

• Vincent Savile: Well... I guess it's because I'm an author and I've read a lot of old books for research.

• You: The vendor said that the afflicted crave blood like vampires...

• You: Have you ever come across similar symptoms in any of the old books you've read?

• Mr. Savile freezes for a moment, and there's a strangely bitter look on his face.
• Vincent Savile: Miss Rayes, do you believe in vampires?

Yes

• You: I've never seen one before, but I believe that there are things in this world we don't really know about.

• Vincent Savile: An uncommon view.

• Vincent Savile: Most people don't care about things they don't know about, or are simply fearful of them.

• You: I'm certain that the unknown discomforts me.

• You: But Father once warned me not to jump to conclusions about people and things I don't understand, or discriminate against them.

• You: If vampires are just like the ones in the stories and hide away in remote places, there's nothing to be afraid of.

• Vincent Savile: Miss Rayes, you're braver than you look.

• Vincent Savile: But what's written down or talked about isn't necessarily true.

• Vincent Savile: I hope you possess healthy inquisitivity and awareness as well, especially during these troubled times.

No

• You: They may have appeared in stories I heard as a child...

• You: But Grandpa taught me that things have to be seen to be believed, and people shouldn't live dreams of fantasy.

• Vincent Savile: Your grandfather has some pretty strong opinions.

• You: It's just as you say, every time there's an epidemic, rumors spread, and people succumb to fear.

• You: And that's why we shouldn't fuel the panic if we can't ascertain the truth.

• Vincent Savile: You are a very logical young lady, and I am impressed.

• Vincent Savile: However, there are always things in the world that are unknown to humans, but exist all the same.

• Vincent Savile: Such as this bizarre disease.

• For some reason, I always feel like Mr. Savile's words hold implications that I can't quite comprehend.
• Jesse Lindvall: It's almost night...

• Jesse Lindvall: I'll send you back now, Caroline, or Madam Petit might call Scotland Yard.

• You: You're right, I've been out for too long...

• Vincent Savile: Eastern District at night is a completely different world. I advise you two to leave quickly.

• Vincent Savile: I have some errands to run, so I shall bid you goodbye.

• Mr. Savile turns and disappears into a dark alley.
• Jesse Lindvall: What a peculiar man. Let's go, Caroline.

• You: It's so late. What could Mr. Savile be doing?

• I look up at the sky and see dark clouds creeping closer.

• In the night, I think of what the street vendor said.
• Blood-red eyes, crazed, craving for blood... The description keeps circling in my head, and it's unsettling.
• Scary images seem to be lurking about the edges of my mind, just beyond a fog of muddled thoughts.