<span style="font-family: ElvenCommonSpeak;"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;">Chizuru Nishiyama - the Basement</span></span><br/><br/>As Jack made his way out of the basement, Chizuru stood there silently for a while, eyes roaming over the dark interior. She hasn't visited it often, being a bit... Afraid of Jack and his antics, even. One madman with destructive habits was just enough. But now that she was alone...<br/><br/>She knelt down onto the floor, the dark T-shirt so loose it brushed against its surface, and carefully gazed under the furniture. She even squinted her eyes at the crevices in the walls, crawling a bit closer on her knees and elbows, till something caught her attention. A piece of white between the floor and the bricks, buried in the shadow of one of the corners. Curiously, she reached out for it, hands digging into the dust and sweeping it aside, to pull the small piece of paper, rolled tightly out from the gap. Her eyes lit up as she unraveled it for a brief moment, climbing back to her feet. It looked... Like a journal of sorts...<br/><br/>The moment Jenny touched her shoulder, she turned on her heel, giving her a look of mixed - but not fully negative - emotions. Her lips parted a little as she sighted the key and listened to the small blonde's speech, till she nodded, holding the note up in exchange. "Right... Found key, must have lock. Found note, must be others." She smiled softly at her. "Going to get out alive, sure of that."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">#22<br/><br/>Joe. It all seems a little steep. The rats have gone yesterday. We wouldn't have noticed, if it were not for Nan. She was been in a stew the whole day. She says, it is quiet as in a grave in the basement. Grandpa and grandma are coming tomorrow. They are actually grand-uncle and grand-aunt, but we don't voice it. Mum is even glad that the rats are gone. I don't know whether to be pleased or upset about it. It is uncomfortable, falling asleep without their tread, that's why I'm writing. What kind of people are Victoria and Bill, I wonder? I've seen them only in photographies, but Sam spends by them in Dublin every summer. He says they are nice, but Mum is sometimes angry with them, because Sam comes home with Irish accent and Victoria's words.</span>That was what the page read...