Mikaela quietly observes the evidence she has gathered. She is thinking about where to start and what she should look for; she knows she is looking for something but still cannot figure out what those concerns are.
She sat down, deep in thought.
What will I look for in the mansion? Was Mom keeping a secret back then? a question in her mind back then.
There were memories stitching together in her mind. She scratched her head and lay down. Suddenly, an old notebook crossed Mikaela's mind.
Old notebook? She couldn't help but wonder in her mind.
That's why she tried to connect them.
In her suspended memory, there was a notebook weathered by time; someone had held it, whom she guessed was a man.
Have I seen that notebook before? Mikaela found herself wondering in her mind, searching for where she had seen the old notebook.
No matter how hard she tried to think, she still couldn't remember, so she needed to calm her mind first.
I need to travel. Mikaela thought to herself back then that she was determined.
Her ability did not fail her; she was surprised and, during her journey, found herself at the mansion.
A child was hiding at the door while looking at something; she immediately approached. She was the same child who had been hiding earlier.
Mikaela only noticed that she was in the form of a child. She was looking at something in the room that seemed to be peeking. She suddenly remembered that the space was her parents' room.
She saw her mother, Bella, holding something. She looked at it closely and was startled to see her holding an old notebook. She was about to approach her mother, but she heard footsteps coming towards them.
She immediately noticed that her mother hid it; she saw their father approaching them.
Her mother took her to a place where she was crying secretly in the room, and she noticed the bruises on her cheek. Her mother was still holding it tightly.
"Mommy, what is that?" Young Mikaela asked back then.
Her mother, Bella, was surprised to see her and looked at her. "Mika, it's you." She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and gave a slight smile.
"What is that, Mommy?" asked four-year-old Mikaela, looking at her mother.
"Ah, it's nothing, dear." She even asked her to smile. "This is Mommy's important thing."
"Important?" Mikaela, the young girl, asked back.
She nodded at her. "Yes, it's important."
"Why is it important?" she innocently asked her mother.
Suddenly, her mother hugged her tightly, sobbing softly.
"Someday, you will understand this too, Mika. I'll give you a mission, okay? You will protect this notebook." She even showed the notebook to her child.
Even though the child's mind was confused, she just nodded at her mother and smiled.
She found herself in a room again, where only the light of a bulb illuminated the space. Mikaela saw a person sitting on a chair. They tied her hands and feet and blindfolded her eyes.
"Mommy?" she whispered back then.
She felt someone enter the room, and immediately, a man holding a whip came into her view.
"Bella, I'm very disappointed," she heard her father say, shaking his head as he looked at the woman covered in bruises.
The woman remained silent, refusing to speak.
"Are you planning to report me to the police?" he asked the woman, his voice clearly filled with rage.
"Well, you didn't succeed, I told you, didn't I? I have many connections everywhere, and I will still know what you're doing, Bella." Whispering, he said to her mother.
"Mommy, Mommy?" called a child, and she suddenly remembered that memory.
"Mi—kaela." Her mother said softly.
"What did you do to Mommy, Dad?" Mikaela asked, confused.
"Giovane!" Her father called.
His ten-year-old brother didn't even say a word.
"Get that away from here!"
Giovane followed her father's order and quickly pulled her mother away from the situation. "What are you going to do to Mommy, Mommy!" She struggled then, calling for her mother.
She witnessed how her father punished her defenseless mother. She couldn't count the number of times the whip struck her defenseless mother's body.
She looked at her mother then; she didn't say a word and endured all the pain.
"Do you want the twins to get involved, Bella?" she heard her father ask.
"D---, don't involve the twins, don't; they have nothing to do with this." Mikaela saw the fear in her mother's eyes.
She went back to her parents' room again. Mikaela is six years old. Her mother had just passed away. She was looking for something in the room back then.
She is looking for the old notebook; it is hidden in her mother's closet. She immediately took it. The brown tint on each page surprised Mikaela. It crossed her mind to smell it.
She immediately smelled blood, so she dropped it. She quickly took it back even though her hands were shaking. Her young mind understood the connection between her mother's death and the notebook she now held.
She opened it, her eyebrows furrowing at what she saw. Mikaela didn't understand the letters back then because of her young mind. There were numbers she saw that meant nothing to her and names that her young mind couldn't yet pronounce.
"You really meddled with that."
Giovane took the notebook from her hands.
"If you don't want to die, don't meddle with what you don't understand, Mikaela." Her brother warned her and left the room.
Suddenly, the surroundings darkened, and she woke up from a long dream. She remembered everything, including why it was important to her mother.
I need to see what was written there again. She thought to herself back then.
Could you please remind me of that important detail, Mikaela? You need to make a decision and take action. She commanded herself.
Mommy. She could only cry when she remembered the suffering her mother endured before her death or murder at the hands of someone she trusted.
I need to come up with a plan before I go to the mansion.
Mikaela couldn't sleep again and just kept thinking.