Salvadore/Transcript

My dear friend, I hope this letter finds you well. How is prison life going for you? I know it must be hard, especially in times like these. As for me, I will soon start another of my journeys into the unknown. Wish me luck, -Salvadore the Traveller

Friend, I hope you aren't feeling too lonely in that dark cell. Just in case, I have put a little bug friend for you in the envelope alongside this letter. -Salvador (comes with a spider)

My dear friend, I have started my journey in the far east, with no clear goal in mind. On the road, I met a nice woman who have me directions to the nearest lake. You know how much I like swimming.

Friend, This lake is beautiful. It is so peaceful and quiet here. Have you ever been so alone that you you cannot convince yourself of the fact that other people exist anymore? -Salvadore

Friend, I have a present for you. It's a painting that always reminds me of the spirit of travel. I hope it will liven up your cell a little bit. -Sal (Comes with paining)

Friend, If my calculations are correct, then this letter will arrive at your cell right around bedtime. I hope those prison beds are comfortable... Goodnight friend -Salvadore

Friend, I have decided to head north, which is, as you know, my favorite cardinal direction to head. On the way, I passed by a very interesting river. A sign next to it said that the water changes the direction it is flowing in around this time of year.

Fascinating, wouldn't you say, friend? I must stay here and witness the change occurring, my curiosity is just too tremendous to resist the temptation. As much as I enjoy vast landscapes and new locations to explore, sometimes in life one must appreciate the little things. -Sal

My dearest companion, The river's change in direction was quite interesting to see. This is exactly what I love about my travels: you always get to see new and amazing things. -Salvadore

Friend, is you bug friend keeping you company? Have you given him a name? you should. Do you remember how we used to sit by the fireside, carving chess pieces out of wood without a care in the world? That was a long time ago...

My wood carving skills have gotten significantly worse, but I still tried to make you something to make you feel less lonely. It's the leg of a table I'm making for you! I know that might not be the most extravagant project, but I hope you like in anyways. -Salvadore

How are you doing? I have been busy carving the second leg for your table. May you eventually put a table top on it! I am starting to feel a little homesick. Perhaps it is time to end my journey? -Salvadore

Friend! The third leg of the table is finished! Huzzah! I have also started my long journey back to my home worn. I would say I will probably arrive around tomorrow morning. Looking forward to seeing some familiar faces! -Sal

Friend! This one gave me some problems, but your fourth table leg is all done now. The last part will be there shorty. -Salvadore the master woodworker

My dear friend, My goodnight present to you will be the table top. Now you finally have something to put stuff on in your cell! I hope you actually have stuff to put on it... -Sal

Friend, My jouney has come to an end. As you know, I do not have a family to come home to, but that's not what matters to me. I am just looking foward tot he smell of my hometown.

Where is everyone...?

...Do you know what's going on out here? The virus? The organs? ...the blood?

People are dying... Their organs are failing because of an antidote for the virus... And everyone is infected... I wonder if I am too

There seems to be a huge market for working organs now. Doctor Money has a big supply, and everyone is rushing to the stores and spending all their money... But those organs are not what they seem

Anyone who uses the Doctor's organs dies a couple hours later... Where do they come from? What are they? Does it even matter anymore? ...Are you infected too, friend?

Did you hear that wonderful music? I tried to head in its direction, but it was over too quickly... I am so tired

I will just go to sleep in some empty apartment around here... God knows there are enough of those now... I need to see you again, friend

You are probably still in that cell... All alone. Tomorrow I will come visit you. But first, let us rest, friend

This town is dead. There is no life left in it, I am walking through these streets all alone. I am on my way

I think I am close to your prison. I am really looking forward to seeing you again. You being in that cell all this time... You must still be alive, right?

I might be writing to a dead man... that thought is kind of scary. I will not give up thought, a little virus won't kill you now, will it?

I think I can see your prison from here. Maybe one or two hours now... I can't wait. And once I'm there, I will release you from your prison. -Salvadore

Friend, I have arrived. Where is your cell? Where are these letters being sent to? I cannot seem to even enter the building, all the doors are locked. -Sal

I broke in, but the elevator won't come and there are no stairs. It seems that I have no way of getting to however high you are up... There must be a way.

It is getting late, friend.... Maybe I don't have to get up there. Maybe. Maybe you could come down here.

You know, this building you are in was never supposed to be a prison. There are no cells on the bottom floor and looking at the plans, there are no cells here anywhere...

Doctor money must have repurposed the building for locking you up ...but why would he do that? It seems so arbitrary

But no matter. What matters is that the lock on your cell door is powered by electricity. Which means that...

If I manage to destroy the prison's generator... You will be free to leave, friend.

I have found the generator, friend. I only need to destroy this and you will be free...

Come find me at the entrance, friend... I am looking forward to shaking your hand once more.