1924, Feb 12.

I start this journal after the most traumatic experience of my life. I have just been released from the asylum. my name is James Allder, Private detective. I'm writing this journal after advise from Susan Warnes, the waitress at the local cafe, a good friend.

My last job was... bad. I blocked most of it out of my memory, I was committed to the asylum because at the time i couldn't even remember my name... but then that came back and now other pieces are coming back. I remember a seven point star... candles... the rest is a blur. Susan expects this to help me remember... but some of me... The majority, prays I never find out.