So we hunted down the man from yesterday.
The man looking for that damn book with no authors and a made-up name? Yeah, him.
After I heard him say specific things like "hydrochromic ink," I knew he had to somehow know about my grandpa's journal.
He actually saw it and mistook it for a book, which I clarified was a journal, and that's when he talked about hydrochromic inks, and coincidentally, the journal was exposed to water right after he left, and I could read things meant for only me to see.
How did he know of my grandpa?
His journal? And where to find me?
I need answers to these questions, so here I am standing in front of a little house in a quiet neighborhood. The house wasn't that hard to find; it was just outside the city on the other side.
The other side is the side away from where the likes of Ravenswood, Moonstone, or the Veil Shade are.
Cyrus, like always, accompanied me and got mad when I suggested coming alone.
