A/N: As I was watching Markiplier's LP of Justine, I noticed he was overlooking a few things. Understandable, as those games are scary and he's only human. In a bid to see what he missed, I looked at two other walkthroughs of the game and soon compiled everything together that he missed. Even the other two missed a few things that Mark had found, so I decided to put into story format exactly how the game goes. Saving all the victims, finding all the notes, and a little running gag about the amount of oil, which is nonexistant. I wouldn't consider this a walkthrough of sorts, but more of a way to find all the hidden goodies with a story attached. What can I say, I like being thorough. The entire game is split into four parts. Part one here is the Aloïs part. The hidden goodie here is the wax cylinder found in the loft of the prison, which goes to the phonograph immediately after exiting the crawl space. Enjoy!
Amnesia: Justine (c) Frictional Games
Good of you to come. This time it will be a trial of character.
Bear in mind. Death is final - nothing will be saved.
Come on, wake up. You need to get going.
~CHAPTER ONE~
The young woman blinked as she struggled to stand. She gasped as she looked around her, finding herself caged in with no memory. "Where... where am I?" she questioned aloud. "Who am I?" Full of fear, she ran to the door, shaking it. "Help! Anyone! I'm trapped!" She shouted and cried for someone to let her out, but it was no use. There was no one around to hear her.
Turning, she noticed the rope that was attached to the lock. Following the line, she could see a lantern holding the rope to the ceiling. If only she could reach it... But wait, there was more rope. She followed the remainder of the rope and saw the end attached to the crank of a phonograph. Curious, she turned the crank and the recording began to play.
"Bienvenue," the woman in the recording spoke, an elegant grace in her voice. "You are now listening to the sound of my disembodied voice. It will serve you no purpose to look for me, for this is a voice from the past." Who was this woman?
"I bid you welcome to my Cabinet of Perturbation."
"Perturbation...?"
"It is my study of the human psyche," the recording answered. "Specifically yours."
"Mine?" she whispered.
"A set of recordings have been prepared to chaperone you through the chambers ahead. There are a few parts to this study and it is up to you - not only to pass, but to figure out what elements are important."
"Elements?" she questioned once more. "What elements?"
"Please go on," the recording continued, "move into the next chamber. Just remember, they can all be saved. There is always a way."
The recording ended there. They can all be saved? What was that supposed to mean?
As she turned around, something had come in contact with her forehead. "Ow!" Rubbing her forehead, she noticed the lantern had lowered. Grabbing it, she attempted to light it, but there was no oil. Why would this woman leave her a lantern without any oil? What was the point of having it? Would she have to find some herself or -
The sound of the lock breaking brought her back to reality. The rope was no longer attached to the door. With a gentle push, the door opened. She carefully ventured forward, squinting to see through the darkness of the corridors. As she turned a corner, she could hear a raspy growl and rattling chains. Flattening herself against the wall, she carefully peeked around, seeing nothing immediately until she noticed the barred window. Chancing a look, she squatted down next to the window, only to back away and gasp. What on God's green earth was that monstrosity!? On second thought, she really didn't want to know.
The woman continued on, now alert of the slightest sounds she made. Soon she hit a dead end as the corridors ahead were blocked with rockpiles. A broken off ladder lay among the rubble. Sighing, she turned back around and went the other way, hoping there wasn't another dead end.
Thankfully, there was a door. Walking in, she saw cells all around the room. Was she in a prison? Of all places for that woman in the recording to conduct a psychological test, a prison was the last place she expected it to be. At this point, she figured it best to look around for some oil for her lantern, and pulled one of the cell doors open. Almost immediately, the raspy growl returned. That monster was nearby. She quickly hid, not wanting it to see her.
A voice began to speak. "Is that you, my love?" Wait, what? She peered around to see the hideous thing - no, it was a man! This monster was a human person! Whatever happened to the poor man to make him this way? He was bald, emaciated, and his eyes were gouged out. Who was he? Could she help him somehow?
Soon, he left the room, crying out for his lost lover, whoever she was. Breathing a sigh of relief, she noticed a note lying on the floor. She picked it up and read. The note was written by a man named Lucien Racine and mentioned a woman named Justine Florbelle who was involved with the writer's son, Aloïs. He seemed rather angry at the woman from what she could tell. Then she couldn't help but giggle when she read that Monsieur Lucien wanted her locked up. All because his son was in love with her? That was a stupid reason to have a woman arrested. If anyone was an hysteric, it was obviously Monsieur Lucien.
Discarding the note, she quietly left the cell, then shut the main door in case the man came back to mistake her as his lover. She just wanted to escape from this place, wherever it was.
Looking up, she saw a small loft above the cell. She jumped up to grab the edge, but her fingers were just out of reach. "Ah." She pulled some nearby barrels over and stacked them. One alone would not be enough to reach the loft, and the two stacked were too high for her to climb. Eyeing some boxes on the other side of the room, she ran to get them.
"Whoever you are, if you could help me, I would be much obliged." The voice startled her. Looking into the cell where the voice came from, she saw a blindfolded man tied to a table. The door to the man's cell was locked with a padlock. Maybe there's a key around here? There was a lever next to the door, and she pulled it. She gasped as the man let out a scream. "Please, you don't have to do this!" Do what? What was she doing? She looked back in the cell and saw the large spike that looked as if it were going to impale the man. The lever apparently controlled the spike.
It suddenly clicked that this is what the woman in the phonograph was talking about. "They can all be saved. There is always a way." She was going to have to save this man from being killed. Alright, she thought, I need to find the key to this lock.
Grabbing the boxes she needed, and now with a more important goal than lantern oil, she stacked them with the barrels until they were high enough to reach and would give her a way up. She shoved some more boxes away, looking for anything that looked like a key, but all she found was a wax cylinder that looked like it belonged to the workings of a phonograph. Seeing as recordings were going to guide her through this entire experience, it seemed she would need it later. Pocketing the cylinder, she climbed back down the stack of barrels and boxes and decided to search the other cells.
She opened the door to one of the cells, noticing a table with a blood written 'Forgive me' message on it and a note.
Justine, my love, I know I am not as talented as Malo or as strong as Basile, but I am certain my love is truer. Do not my scars tell you so? I will continue to cut myself as long as it pleases you. I would even kill Basile if you wish. I know you say you like it, but he is hurting you. I will trick him to consume the Bromide. Poor Justine. I will help, just ask me to help.
- Aloïs
Wait, didn't that man earlier claim to be looking for his lover? Was that man Aloïs? It certainly made sense with how he spoke and what the note said. That also meant Justine was his lover. Just who was she? And who were Malo and Basile?
The woman continued searching the other cells for a possible key, but came up empty handed except for a bottle of laudanum. She ran her hand through her dark curls, racking her brain for some answer. There had to be a way to get the man out of his cell and escape from this prison. Looking up, she saw a hatch in the ceiling. Yes, that's it! She pulled the boxes and barrels that were stacked up by the loft over to the hatch. However, the stack was only high enough to just open it. No matter how high she jumped, she could not reach.
Then she caught sight of a ladder, which seemed to be mechanically controlled in order to lower it. But the only lever in the room controlled the spike. I wonder... Climbing down, she gripped the lever and, watching the ladder in the hatch, pulled it again. Sure enough, the ladder descended down a bit, but the spike drew closer to the bound man, leaving him whimpering and fearing his death.
Of course, she thought, The lever must control the both of them. In order to bring the ladder down, I'd have to kill the man. But I have to save him! Killing him would provide her an ample escape, but she couldn't bear to take his life over a ladder. There had to be another way.
Wait, she thought, there was a ladder back there. While it might have been broken, it would certainly help in getting her up that hatch without killing the poor soul. Wary of every turn and sound, she quickly made her way back to the blocked corridors where the broken ladder lay. It didn't seem very heavy, it would be no problem to lift. She brought it back to the cells, climbed back up the stack, and set it against the edge of the opening. I might be able to come back with a key to break him free. With that thought, she climbed up the broken ladder and into the narrow crawl space that was her exit.
She crawled on her hands and knees through the passageway, squinting once more to see where she was going. "I really need oil," she muttered to herself. Suddenly, the raspy growling had reappeared. Was Aloïs chasing after her!? She wasn't going to stick around to find out. She quickened her pace, hoping that she wouldn't get lost, until finally she reached another open hatch at the end of a downward slope. Gripping the edge, she carefully jumped down.
The sight of another phonograph caught her attention. She turned the crank, but it wouldn't work. Why wouldn't... That's right, she picked up a wax cylinder earlier! Maybe it belonged to this phonograph? She placed the cylinder in the phonograph and turned the crank once more, which then began to play.
The woman from before was laughing and was speaking to someone else. "Speak into the phonograph, Basile, mon chéri." Basile, of course! He must've been another of Justine's suitors. Wait, was this woman Justine?
The man, Basile, groaned, speaking groggily, "What did you put into the wine?"
Justine answered with a giggle, "Absinthe, silly Basile. Strong men like you don't drink wine. Wine is for helpless women like myself."
Okay, apparently this Justine lady is a little insane, the woman concluded, internally remarking on her tone.
"My head," Basile groaned again, clearly disoriented. "What is this thing?" What thing would that be? "Get me out. I'm not up for your games." He definitely sounded irritated.
"No," Justine spoke, laughing childlike, "you have to say it first. How beautiful am I?"
Basile grumbled, "Plenty, now let me out of this thing."
Justine became furious. "No, that's not what you say!"
Sighing, Basile said, "Your beauty is blinding." Immediately after the last word left his lips, he began to scream. "My eyes! What have you done to my eyes!? Justine, this isn't funny! You've blinded me!"
"Ha ha, can't catch me now," she taunted him.
"I'll kill you, you whore!"
As the recording ended, the woman began to panic. This Justine person was the one apparently conducting this odd and dangerous obstacle course, and now she's seen her sociopathic nature. Maybe Monsieur Lucien was onto something in requesting that she be locked up.
Fearing what was to come, she moved on down the corridor, noticing a blood trail on the floor. Was someone hurt? Opening the door, she found no one inside. Just a bunch of drawings and descriptions posted on the wall and another phonograph. She gingerly turned the crank and Justine's voice spoke once again, addressing the young woman.
"Congratulations for coming this far. I am so excited for you." Excited? How crazy was she? "I do hope you managed to save Monsieur Fournier." So that was the man's name? "He was a friend and colleague of my papa, you know."
"I wonder what Monsieur Florbelle would have to say about your behaviour," she grumbled at the recording.
"Friendly fellow," Justine continued, "a real bon garçon, but frail of mind. He puts up an impressive front, but it is all an act, I assure. Please go on, we are just getting started."
Just getting started? This could only end badly, she was sure of it.
She noticed a piece of paper sitting on an end table on the other side of the room. Picking it up, she saw it was a newspaper article, dated 19 March, 1858. Upon reading, the article answered the question of who Malo was, a talented violinist. The man had showed up to a performance drunk - so unprofessional of him - and couldn't play properly. Justine was in attendance and was amused by the event.
It seemed these three men, Aloïs, Basile, and Malo, were all Justine's lovers. And judging by the illustrations on the wall, Aloïs' current physical state seemed to be her doing. She feared what could potentially happen to her at the hands of this crazy woman.