Code 365 Project Memory

Datum 45: Burning Bridges

Refuge in the Dark

Will always leave its mark.

Find courage as you seek.

But be careful your blood may leak.

The highest crown seated on a hall,

Where glory and fame witnessed it all

His eyes kept confused and blind,

His arms and legs entwined.

Permit your legs to hurry,

For delays, may leave you sorry.

Refuge in the cold,

Famous voices, behold.

Find courage as you escape

Your future shall be reshaped.

Upon the last word of the poem, the said voice then dictated a series of numbers in a very odd order, in his cold depressive tone once more, that somehow sounded like a computer-generated voice.

8-1-2

1-2-7

7-3-1

1-1-3

North. East. East.

"Are those—"

"Coordinates of a certain place." Tristan with a very serious voice.

We basically went blank and just stared at each other's. What the hell is happening—

*BANG! *

Suddenly a loud gunshot followed by something heavy falling on the ground was heard onto the audio causing us to be more astonished and even more confused as ever.

"Did this person just shot himself?!!" Maris shrieked.

"Most probably." Tristan replied.

"And I know who might be behind all these things. People who leak and or do things in the name of the British Empire, in the authority of the Heir then unhesitatingly end their lives to prevent leakage." Hagalaz stated.

"Regalia Blanca." Maris continued.

At this point everybody inside the conference hall is all dumbfounded on what we just heard.

"And this audio clearly is sending a message over Xavierheld and EAF for a purpose." Tristan as he looked onto us seriously.

"812 is the area coordinate for Siberia, a Region from Russia. The following numbers that were said after is probably the exact location of a certain famous place." He then added and started to type again on his crystal tab.

"127 North. 731 East. 113 East. The coordinates lead outside of a random outskirt nearby Siberia."

As he then pressed the enter key. The screen then shows what is found on the exact coordinates the eerie audio basically stated.

An old masion-like house that is obviously abandoned and heavily covered with thick snow.

"What is that?" Hagalaz with his serious curious tone.

"The infamous Velsari Opera House. It was on its glory when famous opera singers and stage play artists perform for the Emperor and Empress of Russia as well as for the rich families. But on a cold tragic night, the venue was transformed into a place for a mass murder that occurred 32 years ago."