Coming to an agreement

Rosaline looked at me with a penetrating gaze, her eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to unravel the enigma before her. "You are a strange man, Mr. Jesper," she said, her tone carrying a mix of curiosity and wariness. "Are you truly not familiar with the extraordinary world and its ways?" She asked again as if still can't believe it.

Her eyes never left mine, observing my every reaction, searching for any hint of a lie. I felt the weight of her scrutiny, the intensity of her gaze making it hard to breathe. For some reason, I had shared her vision, seen the same horrifying foresight that she had. Yet, from my reaction earlier, it was clear that I was unaware of what it truly entailed.

Miss Rose's expression softened slightly as she seemed to come to a realization. She understood that I was not yet familiar with the unusul world, the dark and ancient forces that lurked beyond the veil of our reality. She saw the confusion and fear in my eyes, the genuine bewilderment that marked me as an outsider to this shadowy world.

"You really don't know, hah! How are you even alive untill now?" she murmured, more to herself than to me. "You haven't been touched by the Eldritches. You stand on the precipice, yet you are still blind to the depths below."

She leaned back, her eyes still locked onto mine, studying me as if I were a puzzle to be solved. There was a moment of silence, the air between us heavy with unspoken questions and half-formed answers.

"You saw my vision," she finally said, her voice softer but no less intense. "You saw the ruin, the corruption. Yet, you remain untouched by its madness. That is... unusual."

I nodded slowly, my mind still reeling from the bizarre and terrifying experience. "I don't understand what I saw," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "But I know it was something dark, something dangerous."

Miss Rose sighed, her demeanor shifting from suspicion to something almost akin to pity. "Indeed, it was. And you, Mr. Jesper, are now entangled in a web far more intricate than you realize, the web you have to brave through and don't have choice anymore."

She stood up, moving closer to me, her presence commanding yet strangely comforting. "You have much to learn," she said, her tone both a warning and a promise. "And I will ensure that you do, if only to keep you from stumbling blindly into the darkness that nearly consumed us both."

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, but I felt a strange sense of resolve. I had stepped into a world of shadows and secrets, and there was no turning back now. Miss Rose's vision had shown me a glimpse of the dangers that lay ahead, but it had also sparked a determination within me to uncover the truth, no matter how perilous the journey might be.

Miss Rose looked at me with a mix of intrigue and calculation, her mind racing with possibilities. 'He's a wild card," she thought, "possessing something that could even unsettle an ascended like me, yet he was oblivious to the Eldritch world." Miss rose thought, the irony not lost on her. And so she dicided to role a dice.

I nodded slowly, still grappling with the aftermath of what I'd just witnessed. Miss Rose seemed to sense my confusion and concern. Her understanding of the Eldritch world mirrored my own initial shock, and I saw a flicker of sympathy in her eyes.

She rose from her seat with an air of grace, moving closer until our faces were mere inches apart. Her presence was both commanding and oddly reassuring, a mix of unease and curiosity swirling around me.

"Very well, Mr. Jesper," she said, her voice calm yet authoritative. "We'll begin from thr coming Friday. I'll be teaching you about the Eldritch figures —the extraordinary beings of this world."

Her words left me wondering how far I would go and what I would become in this realm of the unknown.

Her gaze lingered on me, as if she could read my thoughts. With a soft sigh, she stepped back, her demeanor shifting from intense to measured.

"we will meet every other day afterwards, in the history section of the library," she instructed, her tone carrying an air of gravity. "From midnight until three in the morning."

I nodded, memorizing the details. I understood the importance of being punctual and the significance of the library as our meeting place.

"I won't be late," I promised, my voice steady despite the lingering unease.

Miss Rose gave a slight nod of acknowledgment. "Good," she said simply. Then, with a final, unreadable look, she turned and walked towards the door, her silhouette fading into the shadows of the library corridor.

Left alone, I felt the weight of the situation settling over me like a heavy cloak. I knew these meetings with Miss Rose would deepen my understanding of the Eldritch world, offering insights that could be both empowering and perilous.

As I glanced out the window, moonlight casting a silvery glow over the library grounds, I felt a mix of anticipation and apprehension. I was stepping further into a world of mysteries and magic, guided by a woman who embodied both allure and danger.

With renewed resolve, I vowed to uncover the secrets that had ensnared me. The path ahead was fraught with danger, but I was determined to navigate it, driven by a quest for knowledge and perhaps something more.

Under the library's watchful, timeless gaze, I awaited for the midnight— the time that would mark the beginning of my journey into the depths of the Eldritch world.

Despite the allure of the Eldritch world unfolding before me, I couldn't shake the importance of Jasmine's case. It gnawed at me like an unresolved puzzle. Each clue seemed to point not only towards her mysterious death and man named Churchill.

Sitting at my desk, surrounded by scattered papers and notes on Jasmine, I felt the Fool's card—a constant reminder of my journey—resonate with my need for truth. It served as a silent reassurance that Jasmine's story was crucial to my larger quest for understanding.

Every day, I delved deeper into the details surrounding Jasmine—the inn, Joll's Paradise, and the strange occurrences. I cross-referenced historical records, local folklore, and snippets of conversations, hoping to uncover any connections that might bring me closer to the truth.

As Friday approached, I resolved to balance my studies of the Eldritch with my investigation into Jasmine's death. Both paths were fraught with danger and secrets, but I was determined to follow them, guided by the enigmatic forces weaving through my life.

With the weight of the Fool's card in my pocket and Jasmine's death burning brightly in my mind, I prepared for the next chapter of my journey—a journey promising revelations, challenges, and perhaps answers about my uncle's secrets.