Where Names Go To Die

There is a large mansion located on a remote island, long forgotten by even time itself. Not a soul dared to travel to the island due to rumors of strange happenings, thus the island was abandoned, nature it's only resident.

Strangely, however, the mansion itself and everything on the island seems to be in pristine shape, nothing overgrown or in ruin. Everything is clean and undamaged, as if someone where still taking care of it.

Not a single layer of dust in any of the rooms, as if they were just recently cleaned. No overgrowth slowly retaking the buildings, even the grass is short, as if it had been recently mowed.

Yet the island itself is completely empty, everything still, no sound can be heard, not even a breeze.

Inside the mansion every room has been left as if people were still living in them, personal items and clothes, either scattered about or put neatly away. The items vary, from pictures, to books, clothes, and even decorative items, each room different.

However in one room there is a particular book, or more of a diary. The pages are old and fragile, the cover worn from use and age, some pages missing, some torn, however each page is filled to completion.

Each page tells a story.

this is a continuation of a work i made named "slimes diary." its a semi sonic inspired series I made for my ocs, it started with a little green fox I named slime, as well as a ton of others, and even has my first ever sonic oc, monochrome. Also if you have read slimes diary, that was basically a draft I wrote up, something to gather my thoughts on characters, so expect some inaccuracies. Things may change, they may not. Also it will start following crime mostly because our main character is kinda dead rn and cant interact. But also cause I can.

So warning, this is not kid friendly. It will have heavy topics and strong language.

Tost is also NOT my character, its made by my beloved friend kiwi.