Prequel Story: Part One
Hey everyone,
In the coming weeks, we want to share with you the story that happens directly before the game takes place. We have chosen to share with you letters and telephone transcripts from Norah and her husband Harry. They offer up a look at the love that Harry and Norah share and they also offer a few clues that you may find helpful when you play the game. So, be sure to read them carefully!
The first letter is from Norah to Harry and we will post these every week - so be sure to check back or sign up to the newsletter if you would like the story directly in your inbox.
~Tatiana Delgado, Game Director
From Norah: Newburyport
April 21, 1933
Dear Harry:
Nothing makes me happier than receiving one of your letters. Not even waking up without fever, and taking into account that rare is the day I wake up feverless, imagine how excited your letters make me feel.
It amazes me that my old house in Newburyport is still standing. Despite how far away my childhood is now, I have so many beautiful memories of that house in that small coastal town. Did I ever talk to you about Grandpa Isaiah? You didn't get to know him. He died relatively young, and from the same disease that also took Mother. The same disease that I am suffering from now.
Grandpa Isaiah was such a loving man. I used to sit on his lap and rest my head on his long white beard as he read fairy tales to me.
It was also in that house where you met my mother, remember? She liked you so much. “He's a good boy, Norah. You can see it in his eyes." She said. “And if he hardly needs glasses, tell him not to wear them. He would look better without them”. I’m so glad she lived to attend our wedding, even though she was very ill.
Regarding the tiara that you sent me in the photo, I think I have a vague memory of it as a child, on a school trip to the Newburyport Historical Society. I believe that even back then I was shocked by its resemblance to the music box.
That old broken thing... I don't know if my memory is playing tricks on me, but I swear that I remember it played music once. As a child, I found it mesmerizing and I even liked it, but since Mother died and bequeathed it to me, I loathe it. It only brings back hurtful memories of Mother’s death… and nightmares.
I keep dreaming about that music box, even now that you've taken it away with you. Besides the nightmares, there is also the fatigue, and the fever comes and goes, as you know. It usually rises at noon, so as mornings tend to be more bearable, I try to spend them writing in my journal or taking a short stroll. And don’t worry, I always carry the cane with me.
Regarding your question, I think that if, as you comment, there are more tiara-like relics at Miskatonic university, it makes sense for you to head to Arkham.
Take care of yourself (and eat well)
Love you
Norah.
PS: G5, Black King takes White Pawn. Checkmate in 2.
