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Shadows of London: 2-5 The Infected

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The trio visits the Scarlet Rose Club for a list of their members but it proves to be riskier than expected...

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You're familiar with this place, right? Can you lead us out of here?


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  • The carriage slowly travels along the rugged cobblestone road. I glance out of the window.
  • You: Finally, a rare sunny day.
  • Priscilla Barnet: Indeed. If the weather just kept getting worse, our investigation would have been delayed.
  • Priscilla mutters absently while studying the list of names she's holding.
  • Priscilla Barnet: What excuse did you use to sneak out of the house today?
  • You: Aunt Petit has been going out a lot for the past few days, and she caught a slight cold. She said she wasn't feeling well this morning.
  • You: So she asked me to submit her latest column to the newspaper, and said the rest of my time was at my disposal.
  • Priscilla Barnet: Hmm...
  • Priscilla turns her face to the side and gazes at me thoughtfully.
  • Priscilla Barnet: Have you noticed that Madam Petit seems to be intentionally allowing you to go out recently?
  • I remained silent. In fact, I've already had this feeling, but I can't fathom Aunt Petit's intentions.
  • You: (Aunt Petit... You aren't letting me do as I please because you think I'm beyond saving, are you?)


If you agreed with Priscilla in 2-2

  • Priscilla continues looking over the list of suspicious individuals she compiled from Madam A's social circle.
  • Oliver Savile, Ben Hawke, and Lavinia Girdenis' names are prominently displayed.
  • I have to admire her sharpness, but I'm afraid of revealing my true emotions.
  • Fortunately, Priscilla is currently not particularly concerned about these three names. She only suggests bringing this list to compare it with the club's list of visitors.
  • Roger and I both agree on this approach.
  • For me, I hope to find the true identity of the Elder from these two lists.
  • But if Priscilla really begins scrutinizing the names that belong to Vincent and my mother, then I will have to try to throw her off the scent.

If you agreed with Roger in 2-2

  • Doctor Grey helped us obtain the research findings of the medical professors at King's College London who studied the "prayer water".
  • It really had nothing to do with preventing the epidemic. It was just a mixture of several poisonous substances that induce hallucinations, and leave people paralyzed or restless.
  • If taken for a long period of time, it may cause irreversible brain damage.
  • After reading the report, Priscilla, who had drunk almost a quart of "prayer water," immediately turned pale and rushed to the restroom to vomit.
  • Doctor Grey also included a note in the report regretfully informing us that many club members, fearing a scandal, are unwilling to seek medical help on their own.
  • He hopes that we can persuade these victims to seek treatment early to avoid more serious consequences in the future.
  • For this reason, we have to go back to the Scarlet Rose Club again to try to get a more comprehensive list of its members.


  • The carriage suddenly jolts and comes to a complete stop. Priscilla and I exchange bewildered glances.
  • Soon, Roger, who's driving the carriage, peeks his head in through the window.
  • Roger Evans: Ladies, I have some rather unpleasant news.
  • Roger Evans: I'm afraid we'll have to walk the rest of the way.
  • Priscilla Barnet: Huh? Why?
  • Roger shrugs, leans to the side, and half-opens the carriage window, gesturing for us to look outside.


  • We have just passed Denmark Street. The days of rain have made the road even muddier.
  • Not far away, the famous Crow's Nest is made up of rows of dilapidated buildings, where peddlers and laborers clamor and quarrel.
  • Several impoverished people, especially the crossing sweepers holding their brooms, have already noticed us. They turn their pale and emaciated faces our way.
  • The young children look at us like hungry wolves, as if they're about to pounce at any moment.
  • Unlike Priscilla and I, Roger simply smiles calmly in the face of this situation.
  • Roger Evans: I don't have the confidence to drive such a beautiful carriage through this area safely.
  • Roger Evans: Nowadays, with fewer and fewer wealthy nobles left in London, these children have no one to ask for money.
  • Roger Evans: Priscilla, if you don't want them to dismantle your carriage, it's better for you to get out and walk.
  • Roger Evans: I'll drive the carriage to a safe spot and park it for now.
  • All Priscilla can do is nod stiffly.
  • Roger Evans: Then you two can change in the carriage.
  • Roger Evans: It's still a bit cold today.
  • Roger Evans: Don't forget, we have a long journey ahead of us, so don't wear anything too cumbersome.
  • He pulls the curtains closed for us as he speaks.


  • Roger was prescient.
  • Though we get out of the carriage and travel discreetly on foot, our skirts getting dirty from the mud, we still look like respectable, wealthy ladies.
  • As we draw nearer to Crow's Nest, the crossing sweepers and the urchins gather around, using their brooms, bodies, and hands to block the path.
  • Urchin: Please, miss, help us!
  • Urchin: Just one bite to eat!
  • Crossing Sweeper: I'll sweep the crossing clean for you, miss! Just one penny!
  • They surround us, closing in, leaving us with less and less room to move.
  • Roger steps in front of us, coldly clearing the path.
  • It's evident that the children are all intimidated by him.
  • A few bold children try to grab Priscilla's skirt, but Roger gives them a fierce glare, and they are forced to let go.
  • Before long, thanks to Roger's help, we finally emerge from the winding alleys of Crow's Nest.


  • Priscilla Barnet: Whew... Thanks a lot, Roger.
  • Priscilla whispers her thanks.
  • She looks back at the road, her expression hesitant. I know what she's thinking because I feel the same way.
  • Priscilla Barnet: Shouldn't we give them some spare change?
  • The faces of those children, with their pale and emaciated features, appear before my eyes once again.
  • Roger Evans: Why didn't you two give them any money earlier?
  • Priscilla and I are silent.
  • Roger Evans: Because you know that if you had given them money just now, you would have had an even harder time getting away, right?
  • Roger Evans: Now that you feel safe, you have the energy to be kind, huh?
  • Priscilla angrily smacks his hand with her fan, but she's unable to protest. What he said is true.
  • Roger Evans: Even if you'd really given them money, it wouldn't have benefited them in any way.
  • Roger Evans: It would only have triggered a new round of fighting, which may have led to children getting injured or even killed.
  • Roger Evans: So it's right to not give them money.
  • Roger Evans: Let's not waste any more time. Come on.
  • We silently follow behind Roger, traversing one narrow street after another, drawing closer to the club.
  • The epidemic in the Eastern District is much more severe than when I was last here. I see many infected people wandering the streets with no place to call home.
  • Pedestrians passing by hurriedly cover their noses with handkerchiefs for fear of being infected.
  • And those who have given up completely lie openly in the streets, waiting for death in despair.
  • Suddenly, Priscilla halts and grabs my arm.


  • Infected Man: Please, please, Madam, just give me a piece of bread...
  • Female Resident: Oh no! Don't touch me, don't touch me! Get away! I have nothing to give you!
  • Infected Man: I haven't eaten for three days... Please...
  • Female Resident: What's the use of giving you bread? How many more days can you survive? Get out of her, I'm closing the door!
  • Infected Man: No, don't close the door—please, don't!
  • The infected person's chilling cry sends shivers down everyone's spine. But most residents merely glance at him before hastily shutting their doors and windows even tighter.
  • The alley suddenly falls into silence. The infected man desperately scans the empty street and buries his head in his knees.
  • Bakery Girl: ...
  • A little girl, dressed in a bakery apron and holding a basket of brown bread, appears timidly at one end of the alley.
  • She hesitates as she looks at the motionless infected man, seemingly contemplating whether or not to give him some bread. But the festering wounds on his body cause her to retreat.
  • She lowers her head and swiftly, as quietly as possible, crosses the street—but the infected man suddenly grabs her arm!
  • Bakery Girl: Ah!
  • Infected Man: Give it to me... Give it to me!
  • The two begin to struggle. The infected person uses all his strength to grip the basket tightly, refusing to let go. The terrified girl begins to scream for help.
  • But no residents respond to her cries for help. The only ones who react are other infected people who are attracted by the bread.
  • Infected Man: There's bread here! There's... a whole basket of it! Help me!
  • The infected man is emboldened upon seeing his companions, and becomes even more determined to fight to snatch the bread.
  • A dozen infected people with shaky footsteps and red eyes rushed towards the girl. Before long, her screams are drowned out by the sounds of punches and kicks.


  • Priscilla suddenly releases my hand and rushes towards the girl without hesitation.
  • You: Priscilla!
  • Roger quickly blocks her path.
  • Roger Evans: There are more than a dozen people over there. What can you do if you rush over alone?
  • Roger Evans: Caroline, call the police!
  • Priscilla Barnet: She'll be killed before the police arrive! Get out of my way, Roger!
  • Priscilla Barnet: Or I'll fight you!
  • Roger appears to waver.
  • You: But it's too dangerous for you to go alone—
  • She glances back at me.
  • Priscilla Barnet: Then come with me, Caroline!


  • We rush to the girl's side. Her face is bruised and swollen.
  • The infected people are eagerly stuffing bread into their mouths. The basket has long since been discarded.
  • I help the injured girl up and wipe her face. She starts sobbing with terror.
  • Priscilla can no longer bear it.


  • Priscilla Barnet: You people! Aren't you ashamed of bullying such a young child?
  • Priscilla Barnet: You stole her bread, and you nearly trampled her to death! You're killing people and flagrantly committing crimes!
  • Infected Man: Yes, we are committing crimes.
  • Infected Man: Have you never committed a crime, Miss?
  • Priscilla Barnet: What? I've never—
  • Infected Man: You are well-dressed, well-fed, and can sleep to bed at night without worrying that you won't wake up in the morning.
  • Infected Man: Why is that? It's because you're committing crimes, aren't you?
  • Infected Man: Rich people live a life of luxury, while poor people don't even have a single bite of bread.
  • Infected Man: That's because wealthy people have taken away all the food from the poor.
  • Priscilla Barnet: What are you talking about? We definitely haven't—
  • Infected Man: What kind of work have you done? Have you earned any money? Have you done laundry, cooked, cleaned, or peddled goods?
  • Infected Man: Have you ever thought about why you're able to live so comfortably?!
  • Priscilla Barnet: ...
  • Infected Man: You rich people have taken away our food, our clothes, our money, and our places to live—
  • Infected Man: And now you say that we're committing crimes and killing people?
  • Infected Man: You're the ones committing crimes and killing us!
  • The infected man advances on us, shouting hoarsely. Priscilla trembles all over, though she stubbornly stays put to protect me and the girl.
  • But she no longer has the courage to reprimand anyone.
  • You: Priscilla, we need to go!
  • I grab the girl and whisper urgently to Priscilla. But with a dozen infected people surrounding us, I'm also feeling uncertain about our chances of escaping.
  • Roger Evans: Fool.
  • A tall shadow suddenly falls on our faces. Roger's face remains expressionless as he glances at us sideways.
  • Roger Evans: Run and get the girl to safety. I'll stay here and hold off these people.
  • Priscilla anxiously grabs his sleeve, while Roger impatiently curls his lip.
  • Roger Evans: When we're safe, we're going to have words about this. Now, hurry up and run!
  • You: Priscilla!
  • I firmly grab her hand and start running.
  • Roger Evans: Caroline, keep an eye on her!
  • Priscilla weakly tries to pull her wrist out of my grasp, but finally begins running with me.


  • We run through countless unfamiliar alleys.
  • You: *huff, huff*...


  • I'm straining to breathe in my corset, and my heart feels like it's about to burst out of my chest, but I dare not slow down.
  • I have no strength left to ask Priscilla how she's doing.
  • You: (Have we... escaped? How much longer do we have to keep running...?)
  • Infected Man: There they are!
  • You: !


  • I lose track of how long I've been running, and I have no idea how far we've gone.
  • The girl from the bakery starts crying out in pain, forcing us to come to a halt.
  • Priscilla Barnet: No, I can't go on anymore—we need to stop for a moment—
  • You: But...
  • I nervously look around and realize that we have unintentionally run deeper into Crow's Nest.
  • Rhys: ...
  • In a dark alley, a disheveled young boy gazes coldly at us.
  • You: Rhys!
  • Rhys' face twitches. He appears unhappy that I've remembered him.
  • You: Rhys, help us! We're being chased by a group of people...
  • You: You're familiar with this place, right? Can you lead us out of here?

I'll give you a lot of money

  • You: I... I'll give you a lot of money! Please, Rhys!
  • Rhys: ...

If you did not gain Rhys' trust

  • Rhys sneers, his dry lips parting over sharp teeth.
  • Rhys: The rich ladies are here!
  • Despite the bright sunlight, my body goes cold and I feel dizzy.
  • Rhys: Two rich women! They can fetch a hefty ransom! I need a few people to help me out!
  • Shouts echo from Crow's Nest. I close my eyes in despair.
People usually only want to help those who have shown they have good intentions—or those in the same social class as themselves.
Perhaps when you first met Rhys at the train station, you could have changed his initial impression of you.
Ending [Long Days' End]

If you gained Rhys' trust

  • His eye twitches, as if he can no longer contain his anger.
  • Rhys: It’s great to have money, isn't it! If it weren't for the last time I saw you—
  • He pauses for a moment, as if he's finally made up his mind.
  • Rhys: Keep up, I don't care if you lose me!

At least help us get this girl home

  • You: At least help us so we can get this girl home safely!
  • Rhys: ...
  • He glanced at the injured little girl, hesitates for a moment, then finally makes up his mind.
  • Rhys: Keep up. I don't care if you lose me.


  • Rhys leads us agilely through narrow streets.
  • The streets seem to defy normal architectural rules, as if by magic.
  • We climb over low walls, ascend wooden ladders, duck under steps, and even jump from one back alleyway to another.
  • The hoop skirts Priscilla and I are wearing are very cumbersome, and we feel like tearing them apart.
  • Finally, after traversing another muddy street, Rhys declares that it should be safe here.
  • Exhausted, I'm trying my best to catch my breath when I hear a piercing whistle in the distance.
  • Rhys tells us that the whistle signifies the arrival of someone from Scotland Yard.
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