In a castle in the sky, memories unravel the truth.
There lies Yan, a woman who delves into her ghost-infested past, knowing it will give her the answers she seeks. What she doesn't know: if she stays in her past for too long, she may never wake up...
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There isn't much trouble with the other rooms, really. The tags are all placed in such obvious positions it's hard to miss them.
Unfortunately, that thought doesn't last long. As fate would have it, the last room (or the first, actually) is so thrilled to give me a headache. I have gone to every nook and cranny of this hellhole, flung every book out of their shelves in the two rooms located at the wings of the second floor. Of course, the first instinct is to always check the doors. But no place seems to be suitable at all.
Unless... Could the last Cleanse Tag be slapped on the main door of the Old Chateau? No, it's unlikely. I have slammed against the door and twisted and turned the knob for the umpteenth time to make sure it's surely locked.
The sweat on my brows refuse to dry, so I am nowhere near square one. Certain cues must be noted when everything happens in reverse. The way my body acts is a crucial one.
I mumble senseless words and claw at my hair as I go around in circles under the chandelier. Without the ghosts, I am all alone.
There has to be a clue somewhere! If it isn't to seal a particular room, then could it be a particular furniture? I return to the left wing of the Chateau where the moss eats at the bookshelf and yellowed papers flood the room. Evidence of rummaging, unlike the tidiness of the right wing. It is enough to suspect the ghost girl or the butler had run rampant here, searching for something.
It is strange how it feels as though everything ticks forward now. The anxiety I feel is a sheet amount and it makes no sense. Why would I be panicking so much to find the other four rooms that have been so easy for me? Perhaps initially I just wasn't observant enough.
Or it is another one of those ghostly shenanigans.
A slip of paper slips into a book at the corner of my eye, possibly driven out of home by another rush of cool air. And I see it, a strange message.
"Som...hing so pecu...r shou... make off ...ith the mot..."
The notebook is strangely the only one that is legible, albeit barely. This could've explained the sudden jolt in my head and the dashing to the dining room to unseal it.
"Something so peculiar should make off with the motor." points to the refrigerator.
Yet the sudden temperature drop as if it's isn't already freezing doesn't make further sense.
This has to be the same case as in the Lost Tower. I must be back to being myself again. But why now?
If this is yet another defence mechanism pausing my journey, then I must seek it out and stop it to proceed with the story.
I attempt to blink, and I succeed. I have regained control. And I will relinquish it soon after.
There has to be a special trigger, though. Back then, it was just the confrontation with the Spiritomb. Is it because of my phasmophobia? A direct encounter. A memorable one that weighs in my head and heart.
