Page 2, yay! Who's Arthur Hawthorne's mysterious visitor? Well... let's just say that it's complicated :D
![We're now inside the house. An old man can be seen sitting at his desk, reading a book. "Poor old Hawthorne..." says the voice out of field "he's probably sittin in his studio now, nose buried in one of his books. As always. He was never much of an adventurer, after all, nor a fan of change." A lightning strikes outside. "And that's what condemned him", the voice continues. In the meantime, the old man raises his head as he hears the doorbell ringing. He doesn't look too happy to meet anyone, though. As he gets downstairs to reach the door, he mutters to himself: "Please, no... not again... it can't be..." a pause. He opens the door. A brown haired woman awaits him outside. "...You" says Arthur Hawthorne, still annoyed. "Hello, Artie", replies the woman, as she lowers her hood.](https://www.emergencycoven.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/WT_3.jpg "We're now inside the house. An old man can be seen sitting at his desk, reading a book. "Poor old Hawthorne..." says the voice out of field "he's probably sittin in his studio now, nose buried in one of his books. As always. He was never much of an adventurer, after all, nor a fan of change." A lightning strikes outside. "And that's what condemned him", the voice continues. In the meantime, the old man raises his head as he hears the doorbell ringing. He doesn't look too happy to meet anyone, though. As he gets downstairs to reach the door, he mutters to himself: "Please, no... not again... it can't be..." a pause. He opens the door. A brown haired woman awaits him outside. "...You" says Arthur Hawthorne, still annoyed. "Hello, Artie", replies the woman, as she lowers her hood.")
![We're now inside the house. An old man can be seen sitting at his desk, reading a book. "Poor old Hawthorne..." says the voice out of field "he's probably sittin in his studio now, nose buried in one of his books. As always. He was never much of an adventurer, after all, nor a fan of change." A lightning strikes outside. "And that's what condemned him", the voice continues. In the meantime, the old man raises his head as he hears the doorbell ringing. He doesn't look too happy to meet anyone, though. As he gets downstairs to reach the door, he mutters to himself: "Please, no... not again... it can't be..." a pause. He opens the door. A brown haired woman awaits him outside. "...You" says Arthur Hawthorne, still annoyed. "Hello, Artie", replies the woman, as she lowers her hood.](https://www.emergencycoven.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/WT_4.jpg "We're now inside the house. An old man can be seen sitting at his desk, reading a book. "Poor old Hawthorne..." says the voice out of field "he's probably sittin in his studio now, nose buried in one of his books. As always. He was never much of an adventurer, after all, nor a fan of change." A lightning strikes outside. "And that's what condemned him", the voice continues. In the meantime, the old man raises his head as he hears the doorbell ringing. He doesn't look too happy to meet anyone, though. As he gets downstairs to reach the door, he mutters to himself: "Please, no... not again... it can't be..." a pause. He opens the door. A brown haired woman awaits him outside. "...You" says Arthur Hawthorne, still annoyed. "Hello, Artie", replies the woman, as she lowers her hood.")
![We're now inside the house. An old man can be seen sitting at his desk, reading a book. "Poor old Hawthorne..." says the voice out of field "he's probably sittin in his studio now, nose buried in one of his books. As always. He was never much of an adventurer, after all, nor a fan of change." A lightning strikes outside. "And that's what condemned him", the voice continues. In the meantime, the old man raises his head as he hears the doorbell ringing. He doesn't look too happy to meet anyone, though. As he gets downstairs to reach the door, he mutters to himself: "Please, no... not again... it can't be..." a pause. He opens the door. A brown haired woman awaits him outside. "...You" says Arthur Hawthorne, still annoyed. "Hello, Artie", replies the woman, as she lowers her hood.](https://www.emergencycoven.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/WT_5.jpg "We're now inside the house. An old man can be seen sitting at his desk, reading a book. "Poor old Hawthorne..." says the voice out of field "he's probably sittin in his studio now, nose buried in one of his books. As always. He was never much of an adventurer, after all, nor a fan of change." A lightning strikes outside. "And that's what condemned him", the voice continues. In the meantime, the old man raises his head as he hears the doorbell ringing. He doesn't look too happy to meet anyone, though. As he gets downstairs to reach the door, he mutters to himself: "Please, no... not again... it can't be..." a pause. He opens the door. A brown haired woman awaits him outside. "...You" says Arthur Hawthorne, still annoyed. "Hello, Artie", replies the woman, as she lowers her hood.")
![We're now inside the house. An old man can be seen sitting at his desk, reading a book. "Poor old Hawthorne..." says the voice out of field "he's probably sittin in his studio now, nose buried in one of his books. As always. He was never much of an adventurer, after all, nor a fan of change." A lightning strikes outside. "And that's what condemned him", the voice continues. In the meantime, the old man raises his head as he hears the doorbell ringing. He doesn't look too happy to meet anyone, though. As he gets downstairs to reach the door, he mutters to himself: "Please, no... not again... it can't be..." a pause. He opens the door. A brown haired woman awaits him outside. "...You" says Arthur Hawthorne, still annoyed. "Hello, Artie", replies the woman, as she lowers her hood.](https://www.emergencycoven.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/WT_6.jpg "We're now inside the house. An old man can be seen sitting at his desk, reading a book. "Poor old Hawthorne..." says the voice out of field "he's probably sittin in his studio now, nose buried in one of his books. As always. He was never much of an adventurer, after all, nor a fan of change." A lightning strikes outside. "And that's what condemned him", the voice continues. In the meantime, the old man raises his head as he hears the doorbell ringing. He doesn't look too happy to meet anyone, though. As he gets downstairs to reach the door, he mutters to himself: "Please, no... not again... it can't be..." a pause. He opens the door. A brown haired woman awaits him outside. "...You" says Arthur Hawthorne, still annoyed. "Hello, Artie", replies the woman, as she lowers her hood.")
![We're now inside the house. An old man can be seen sitting at his desk, reading a book. "Poor old Hawthorne..." says the voice out of field "he's probably sittin in his studio now, nose buried in one of his books. As always. He was never much of an adventurer, after all, nor a fan of change." A lightning strikes outside. "And that's what condemned him", the voice continues. In the meantime, the old man raises his head as he hears the doorbell ringing. He doesn't look too happy to meet anyone, though. As he gets downstairs to reach the door, he mutters to himself: "Please, no... not again... it can't be..." a pause. He opens the door. A brown haired woman awaits him outside. "...You" says Arthur Hawthorne, still annoyed. "Hello, Artie", replies the woman, as she lowers her hood.](https://www.emergencycoven.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/ec_page2.jpg "We're now inside the house. An old man can be seen sitting at his desk, reading a book. "Poor old Hawthorne..." says the voice out of field "he's probably sittin in his studio now, nose buried in one of his books. As always. He was never much of an adventurer, after all, nor a fan of change." A lightning strikes outside. "And that's what condemned him", the voice continues. In the meantime, the old man raises his head as he hears the doorbell ringing. He doesn't look too happy to meet anyone, though. As he gets downstairs to reach the door, he mutters to himself: "Please, no... not again... it can't be..." a pause. He opens the door. A brown haired woman awaits him outside. "...You" says Arthur Hawthorne, still annoyed. "Hello, Artie", replies the woman, as she lowers her hood.")
Mysterious voice: Poor old Hawthorne... he's probably sittin in his studio now, nose buried in one of his books. As always. He was never much of an adventurer, after all, nor a fan of change.
Mysterious voice: And that's what condemned him.
Hawthorne: Please, no... not again... it can't be...
Hawthorne: ...You.
Mysterious voice: Hello, Artie.
1.2 – Hawthorne
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