“Hmm? Oh…” Jay was surprised, as he had told the skeletons to take whatever they wanted for themselves.

Blue held out a tattered-looking diary. It’s original leather bindings did not do well at withstanding the test of time, and only a few pages had survived, as they were coated with a waxy substance.

“Where did you find this?” Jay said, flipping through the worn-out, tattered pages.