June 4th, 2024

  Time: 12:56 PM

  Today, I finally completed exploring that godforsaken basement, and I found something that resembled a part of a chandelier. It was a tear-shaped crystal that matched the chandelier in the main entrance of the mansion. So, I immediately rushed to the main hallway and somehow convinced the staff to lend me a ladder so I could climb up to the chandelier.

  After climbing the ladder, I noticed that one of the crystals was missing. I placed the crystal accordingly, climbed down, and waited for something to happen. But nothing happened for a while. Just as I started walking away, the chandelier suddenly fell down.

  I panicked for a second and ran back to my room. And now I am writing this in my diary. I hope I don’t get into trouble for it.

  June 4th, 2024

  Time: 4:21 PM

  Today, while checking out the paintings in the corridor, a piece of paper slipped and fell from behind one of them. When I looked at it, the words “Third Floor Pass” were written on it.

  I don’t know why this was even there because the third floor is no different from any other floor that I’ve seen — except for the vibe there. After entering the third floor, I also saw a door that looked like the odd one out. When I tried opening it, it was locked from the inside.

  I didn’t knock because I didn’t know who was inside, but I heard the sound of what might have been a child crying. I don’t really understand what’s going on here.

  June 4th, 2024

  Time: 5:36 PM

  I went to the third floor again today, but this time I was ready to knock on that strangely decorated door. Before I could, I was stopped by a maid named Clarisse, who claimed to be the personal maid of the girl inside the room.

  After a bit of conversation, I discovered that the girl’s name was Ilya Vexwood, the daughter of Ian Vexwood, who is the master of this mansion. It was quite shocking because she was nowhere included in the Vexwood family tree, and her existence was not made public for some reason.

  June 4th, 2024

  Time: 6:38 PM

  Today, I approached Clarisse again to learn more about this girl named Ilya because I think the girl I saw in that strange garden was her. To confirm my suspicions, I went to find Clarisse again, but she was busy talking with the chef about making some sort of cake — no, it sounded more like an argument.

  After they were done talking, I approached her with my questions, but she refused to talk about Ilya any more than what she had already said yesterday.

  But the strangest part was that she remembers me, which doesn’t make sense at all since the day had already changed and looped. She should treat me like a new servant, but she remembers me for some reason.

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  I also lost my blazer somewhere. It was quite expensive, custom-made, with my name written on it and given as a gift from my dad. I don’t even know where to start looking for it.

  June 4th, 2024

  Time: 4:25 PM

  D-don’t go to the terrace.

  It’s not a place you should enter.

  That place… it distorts your mind. Shows you things that aren’t real. It drains you.

  My head still hurts.

  June 4th, 2024

  Time: 9:44 PM

  I am finally noticing this after a year here, but something is wrong with my memories. Some parts of my memory have become fuzzy, and I am unable to remember the faces of some of my close relatives.

  I can’t pinpoint the exact time this started happening, but I guess it began six months ago, or maybe even before that.

  My head is starting to hurt even more now…

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  “….”

  “Just…”

  “What the hell is going on here? Why are these diary entries here?”

  Noctis leaned back in his chair. The wood creaked faintly.

  His gaze drifted to the ceiling, unfocused.

  “These entries don’t make sense. There are no torn pages in the original diary. So how do these exist?”

  “They don’t match the other entries at all. And why were they hidden behind the paintings? Are these the real ones… or were the ones I found earlier real?”

  He lowered his head onto the desk, trying to organize the information.

  “Now he’s telling me not to go to the terrace. Why? Which version am I supposed to believe?”

  “And Clarisse… personal maid of Ilya? But when I first found that door, no one was guarding it.”

  He paused.

  “He also lost his blazer.”

  Noctis’s gaze shifted toward his bed.

  The blazer.

  The one he had taken from the storage room.

  “No way…”

  He stood up slowly and walked toward the bed. Picking it up, he turned it over and examined the inner tag.

  “Well Hussen… Size 34…”

  He froze.

  “…Silas Weasley?”

  Noctis slowly lowered the blazer.

  He checked the time.

  12:17 PM.

  “Well… it’s about time I start asking him a few more questions.”

  He grabbed his tools and headed toward the garden.

  Silas was already there, kneeling near a flowerbed.

  Noctis approached casually.

  “Need some help?”

  “Sure. Just don’t make my workload heavier than it already is,” Silas replied without looking up.

  “Don’t worry. I’m quite skilled with my hands,” Noctis answered dryly.

  They worked in silence for a while before Noctis finally spoke.

  “I’ve been thinking about changing my surname.”

  Silas paused slightly but continued planting.

  “Why?”

  “I don’t really have a family. Just distant relatives. Thought I might as well choose something better.”

  “If you’re going to change it, at least pick something decent.”

  “I already have.”

  “Oh?”

  “Weasley.”

  Silas stopped.

  Not abruptly. Just enough to be noticeable.

  “Come again?”

  “I’m thinking of changing it to Weasley.”

  Silas stared at the soil.

  “Why that name?”

  “Does it sound familiar?”

  “…No. I just feel like I’m connected to it somehow.”

  “Is that so? Even I think ‘Silas Weasley’ suits you.”

  Silence.

  Silas didn’t move for several seconds.

  Then he stood up slowly.

  “I’m done for today. My head hurts.”

  “Don’t worry about the work. I’ll finish it.”

  He wouldn’t.

  “Thanks. See you tomorrow.”

  Silas walked away, his pace slightly uneven.

  Noctis watched him disappear into the distance.

  “So… that made your head hurt, huh.”

  “Interesting.”