It was mid-afternoon as Alyia entered the guild hall. Her usual mischievous features were not present on the young girl as she seemed to be somewhat tired and frustrated. With a small look around the guild and seeing nothing to fix her out of place personality problems the small blonde mage sat down at the closest table crossed her arms and laid her head on them.
It was last night that she had received a large package addressed to her and upon looking to see who had sent it, she had found nothing other than the letters S and M. Seeing how it was addressed to her Alyia had opened the box only to reveal a hardcover book and a voice recorder lacrima, both of them were covered in a red crust substance. Alyia had picked up the book and looked to see if there was a title. Seeing nothing on the outside the blonde girl flipped to the inside cover to see if there was anything about the book there. To her luck there was writing there. In sloppy handwriting the name Samuel Martin was scribbled down. S and M, the initials of the man were the same as the letters on the outside of the box. Finally, having some knowledge of who this stuff belonged to, Alyia shifted through a couple more pages in the book. Each page had an entry and each page described what had happened in this man’s life. It was a personal diary. But, why would someone send a diary to her? Alyia then looked at the front of the book again and looked at the red substance and upon having previous knowing's she realized that it was blood. Blood covered everything that the box held. For the rest of that night despite her better judgment Alyia had shifted through every page in the book and listened to all of the recordings in the lacrima.
This had taken her all night and had risen more questions than it had answered, resulting in her change in attitude. Alyia grumbled some incoherent words and turned her head so that it faced down towards the table that she was sitting at.