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The rain patters and pours in pre-designated divots on the road's aged surface. All the years haven't done this city much good; time was not kind to those who waited. But, alas, the story must go on anyway. It cares not for those who love it most, or those who loved most in it. There is a certain riddle, a puzzle, to all of it, and the story revels in that fact; the fact that nobody is able to escape the clutches of the last page. Someday, everyone's book will come to an end. Someday, the last page will flip shut on them, leaving them in the dark.

Whether or not they are satisfied with their tale is a completely different matter; unlike the rest of the events, they can choose this. Fate does not hand them their choices.

And so, here are the paths that lie before you. Keep reading these entries in the hope that something will be cleared up, in the hopes that somehow there is happiness to all this misery. Or, you could close these files right now and leave it as it lies. After all, this story was never yours, this life was completely independent of you. You do not have to keep reading. Unless…you want to. Do you want to find out what happened to our strange and extraordinary folk while they spun their story? Do you want to see this to the end?

Well then, you've come to the right place.

I've recorded all these events and sent them to you so that you may see the truth, my dearest niece. Protect them, protect these files. They're all that remains of the past. Sadly, the chairman was able to erase all of the other evidence of his crimes before the end came. I'm hoping that together we can preserve this little piece of London. These things did happen! I have the proof of it here. So, even though it's raining where I am right now, and I probably won't survive this chase for much long…considering they sent him after me…you can carry on the legacy. Don't let them find you. Don't let them take the truth.

Oh God, they're here.

They brought…I have to go. Just read these. Everything will be clear in due time. I've included the history of the AI testing…all the blueprints, all the schematics, the whereabouts of the remaining subjects, pictures, and the story up until now. I hope you'll keep them safe.

Yours truly,

Santha

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