Level 0 - Manila Room (REMASTERED)

The following is a document containing one of the many notes in Gary Miller's journal from July 6th, 1991, to September 10th, 1993. Additional notes will be added if necessary. Please note that some information may not be accurate as Gary Miller's primary language was German, and each document was roughly translated into English.



PAGE 31:
I made it to the end of the hallway. It didn't take me that long after my last note. Maybe a half an hour, who knows. The walls are smart. They found me a room that makes me feel a bit better. A small room, but a quiet room, nonetheless. No red blaring lights or constant buzzing. Just a small room with a few chairs and a table.

The chairs look like they've been moved, and there seems to be fingerprints on the table. Somebody's been here, there has to have been. Water and food have also been left here, but I'm only eating a bit every day, as I don't want to waste it like the first time.

As for now, I'll settle down here for a while to see if anybody will find me. I don't even care what their intentions are, I just need to know somebody's here with me.


PAGE 32:
No company yet. I think it's been about a day now. I've been guesstimating the hours based on my broken watch. It's been moving much quicker than normal time, and I'm assuming that every time an hour has passed on my watch, it's actually been about 15-20 minutes.

At least, that's what I've gathered. I might just be completely wrong.


PAGE 33:
The lights had been turned off for about an hour. It was dead silent, apart from all the knocking. I could still barely hear the sound of buzzing down the hall. I have no idea what that could've meant, but I don't really know if I want that to happen again.

For a second, I was scared. But then, it felt peaceful. I finally got a chance to collect my thoughts. I almost fell asleep before the lights came back on.

Oh well. Maybe next time.


[ Pages 34 - 36 contain multiple drawings, seeming more like doodles created from boredom than an attempt to convey anything. ]

PAGE 37:
[ The writing is very sloppy, as Gary had been writing during Manila Room's power outage. An attempt to piece everything together was made. ]

Hello. I can't see.

There is a hole.

In the wall.

It is only there

[ When it is? ] dark.

I can hear something inside.

I am going to enter it.

I hear knocks again.

I thought I heard their voices.

They were cheering.

Goodbye to them.

Thank you for saving me.

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