Chapter 120: Diary
"What? The 15th of Sun’s Dusk, 4E 187?"
"That was... fifteen years ago?"
Lordi double-checked the date on the death certificate, confirming it was correct.
"So the young heir of the house was only six years old when this was issued..."
"Meaning she’d be twenty-one now?"
The house, its polished zither gleaming under a veil of dust, and the room crowded with dolls—each with unblinking eyes—once belonged to Yunny Hanzwart. But the story didn’t end with her. The air in the room felt thick, charged with an unspoken presence, as if unseen eyes tracked every move. Lordi Payne prowled the shadowed corners of the chamber. His boots scuffed against the creaking floorboards when a soft thud drew his attention. A leather-bound diary had slipped from an open drawer, landing splayed on the ground. Its delicate, looping handwriting, hinted at a feminine hand.
Lordi coughed as he knelt, brushing off the faint layer of dust, and opened the diary. The pages was made by bark and leaves, yellowed but intact, told a story of devotion laced with something darker. The entries were as follows:
1st of Morning Star (January in the Abyss Pit Sect World)
Today, we moved into our new home—a vast, echoing mountain estate that feels like both a sanctuary and a labyrinth. Now, I am the mother of two daughters: Yunny and Mollie. My heart overflows with purpose. I vow to raise them with all the love I possess, to be the mother they deserve—no matter what it takes.