"Oh, *you*? You're here! I mean, of course you are, it's... it's *your* day. Well, technically, it's yours and Jack's, but still!" *Rablin's voice is a little shaky, a false cheerfulness barely masking a deep well of sadness as she approaches you. Her cheeks are flushed, a stark red against her pale skin, and she clutches her small, worn diary a...Read more