"Reality is not always probable, or likely."
-Jorge Luis Borges
-Jorge Luis Borges
You wake up, with your hands covered in dried blood, on an incredibly uncomfortable bed in a seemingly empty hotel room. Every inch exudes mediocrity and bland style. The only reason why it being a hotel room is clear is the little pamphlet lying on the bedside table. It reads, on poorly typed letters, "Hôtel de Nord".
Upon further examination of your surroundings, you discover that the nearby closet is opened and filled to the brim with books: a Vindication of the Kabbalah, a review of the philosophy of Robert Flood, a literal translation of Sepher Yetzirah, a Biography of the Baal Shem, a History
of the sect of the Hasidim, a monography (in German) on the Tetragrammaton, and another on the divine nomenclature of the Pentateuch.
Rabbinic literature.
On the floor, right beside a nearby corner, there is a copy of a newspaper. Yidische Zeitung. Despite most of it being in Yiddish, there is one little message on the front page, on the bottom right corner, written in perfect English.
Prepare your mind for the gruesome picture you will find ahead, once you turn over the corner. It is of the utmost importance that you preserve your focus and do not waste a single instant.
There is nothing you can do for Dr. Marcel Yarmolinsky. Focus on your own well-being.
Yours faithfully,
Borges
As you turn the corner you find, just like the newspaper told you, a disturbing sight.
An elderly man, clearly a rabbi, of white beard and grey eyes, lies on his back near the door that apparently leads out of the room and into the hotel's corridors. Half his face is obscured, but what can be seen of it shows an expression filled with pain and panic.
This rabbi is dead. His chest has been cut open by a powerful stab, giving you a perfect view of his blood soaked heart.
When you finally decide to move on, you discover that the door is locked. On the wall, parallel to the doorknob, there is an electronic device and a note written in thick paper with a skilled pen.
"Behind you, on the other side of this room, there is a desk with a typewriter on it. In that typewriter you will find the only clue I'll provide you. The device before you requires that you type in a four-letter password to open the door. This room has countless resources for you to find the password. From the very moment you wake up, you will have ten minutes to discover it. If you fail to find the password on time, you will spend an eternity in this room.
PS: Beware, for time is not linear in this place, nor is space definitive. Events can repeat themselves ad infinitum, and universes can overlap. What you did to Dr. Marcel Yarmolinsky could be done to you as well, and most likely by the same culprit."
Just as the note said, there is a typewriter on a nearby desk and, in it, there is a single, mostly blank sheet of paper. On it, the following words are written:
"The first letter of His name has been uttered."
Upon further examination of your surroundings, you discover that the nearby closet is opened and filled to the brim with books: a Vindication of the Kabbalah, a review of the philosophy of Robert Flood, a literal translation of Sepher Yetzirah, a Biography of the Baal Shem, a History
of the sect of the Hasidim, a monography (in German) on the Tetragrammaton, and another on the divine nomenclature of the Pentateuch.
Rabbinic literature.
On the floor, right beside a nearby corner, there is a copy of a newspaper. Yidische Zeitung. Despite most of it being in Yiddish, there is one little message on the front page, on the bottom right corner, written in perfect English.
Prepare your mind for the gruesome picture you will find ahead, once you turn over the corner. It is of the utmost importance that you preserve your focus and do not waste a single instant.
There is nothing you can do for Dr. Marcel Yarmolinsky. Focus on your own well-being.
Yours faithfully,
Borges
As you turn the corner you find, just like the newspaper told you, a disturbing sight.
An elderly man, clearly a rabbi, of white beard and grey eyes, lies on his back near the door that apparently leads out of the room and into the hotel's corridors. Half his face is obscured, but what can be seen of it shows an expression filled with pain and panic.
This rabbi is dead. His chest has been cut open by a powerful stab, giving you a perfect view of his blood soaked heart.
When you finally decide to move on, you discover that the door is locked. On the wall, parallel to the doorknob, there is an electronic device and a note written in thick paper with a skilled pen.
"Behind you, on the other side of this room, there is a desk with a typewriter on it. In that typewriter you will find the only clue I'll provide you. The device before you requires that you type in a four-letter password to open the door. This room has countless resources for you to find the password. From the very moment you wake up, you will have ten minutes to discover it. If you fail to find the password on time, you will spend an eternity in this room.
PS: Beware, for time is not linear in this place, nor is space definitive. Events can repeat themselves ad infinitum, and universes can overlap. What you did to Dr. Marcel Yarmolinsky could be done to you as well, and most likely by the same culprit."
Just as the note said, there is a typewriter on a nearby desk and, in it, there is a single, mostly blank sheet of paper. On it, the following words are written:
"The first letter of His name has been uttered."
You wake up, with your hands covered in dried blood, sitting on an luxurious, apparently ancient and excruciatingly uncomfortable chair of red velvet and mahogany, in a small, cluttered drawing room. The room's walls filled with pictures of a beautiful woman in her middle thirties.
Beside you there is a tall coffee table. A small, elegantly written note lies on it. Across it, there is another chair, exactly like your own. On it rests a massive object, the size of an overweight man, completely covered by a large white tablecloth.
The note says the following:
"Prepare for the most troubling sight imaginable. I need you to keep your mind clear and focused for the task at hand.
You cannot help Charles Argentine Daneri. The only one that you can assist right now is yourself.
Yours faithfully,
Borges"
When you remove the tablecloth, you find yourself face to face with a sitting corpse. Pink-faced, overweight, gray-haired and fine-featured, the man's hands have been cut off. The half-empty glass of wine beside him implies that he died after drinking poisoned cognac, the limbs removed post-mortem.
Across you, on the other side of the narrow room, on top of another coffee table, rests a an ancient gramophone, apparently from the late twenties. It is is perfect conditions, its golden metallic horn glistening in the faint articifial light.
When you decide to try turning it on, it surprisingly works, and a record begins to play, the entire room filled with the sound of a distorted voice. Its words are comprehensible, but it is impossible to distinguish the speaker's age or gender.
"The pictures in this room are photographs of a lovely woman called Beatriz Viterbo. Each picture speaks of each important moment in her sadly shortened life...
Beatriz Viterbo in profile and in full colour; Beatriz wearing a mask, during the Carnival of 1921; Beatriz at her First Communion; Beatriz on the day of her wedding to Roberto Alessandri; Beatriz soon after her divorce, at a luncheon at the Turf Club; Beatriz at a seaside resort in Quilmes with Delia San Marco Porcel and Charles Argentine Daneri; Beatriz with the Pekingese lapdog given to her by Villegas Haedo; Beatriz, front and three-quarter views, smiling, hand on her chin...
These pictures are the key to your freedom from the place you are in. The only door out is locked, but there is a device beside the door, which shall unlock it if you pass a card through the card reader. The key card is inside one of the pictures. To find the card, you will have to burn the correct picture. There is a single match on the table beside you to do so.
Now, you may be wondering...how will you know which is the correct picture? Well, I shall give you a single clue: the picture was spontaneously taken, yet she looked perfect and happier than ever.
I must warn you...From the moment you wake up, you have ten minutes. If you fail to find and use the real key on time, you will spend an eternity in this room. And if you use the wrong keycard from the wrong picture, the door will only lead you to further torments.
PS: Beware, for time is not linear in this place, nor is space definitive. Events can repeat themselves ad infinitum, and universes can overlap. What you did to Charles Argentine Daneri could be done to you as well, and most likely by the same culprit."
Beside you there is a tall coffee table. A small, elegantly written note lies on it. Across it, there is another chair, exactly like your own. On it rests a massive object, the size of an overweight man, completely covered by a large white tablecloth.
The note says the following:
"Prepare for the most troubling sight imaginable. I need you to keep your mind clear and focused for the task at hand.
You cannot help Charles Argentine Daneri. The only one that you can assist right now is yourself.
Yours faithfully,
Borges"
When you remove the tablecloth, you find yourself face to face with a sitting corpse. Pink-faced, overweight, gray-haired and fine-featured, the man's hands have been cut off. The half-empty glass of wine beside him implies that he died after drinking poisoned cognac, the limbs removed post-mortem.
Across you, on the other side of the narrow room, on top of another coffee table, rests a an ancient gramophone, apparently from the late twenties. It is is perfect conditions, its golden metallic horn glistening in the faint articifial light.
When you decide to try turning it on, it surprisingly works, and a record begins to play, the entire room filled with the sound of a distorted voice. Its words are comprehensible, but it is impossible to distinguish the speaker's age or gender.
"The pictures in this room are photographs of a lovely woman called Beatriz Viterbo. Each picture speaks of each important moment in her sadly shortened life...
Beatriz Viterbo in profile and in full colour; Beatriz wearing a mask, during the Carnival of 1921; Beatriz at her First Communion; Beatriz on the day of her wedding to Roberto Alessandri; Beatriz soon after her divorce, at a luncheon at the Turf Club; Beatriz at a seaside resort in Quilmes with Delia San Marco Porcel and Charles Argentine Daneri; Beatriz with the Pekingese lapdog given to her by Villegas Haedo; Beatriz, front and three-quarter views, smiling, hand on her chin...
These pictures are the key to your freedom from the place you are in. The only door out is locked, but there is a device beside the door, which shall unlock it if you pass a card through the card reader. The key card is inside one of the pictures. To find the card, you will have to burn the correct picture. There is a single match on the table beside you to do so.
Now, you may be wondering...how will you know which is the correct picture? Well, I shall give you a single clue: the picture was spontaneously taken, yet she looked perfect and happier than ever.
I must warn you...From the moment you wake up, you have ten minutes. If you fail to find and use the real key on time, you will spend an eternity in this room. And if you use the wrong keycard from the wrong picture, the door will only lead you to further torments.
PS: Beware, for time is not linear in this place, nor is space definitive. Events can repeat themselves ad infinitum, and universes can overlap. What you did to Charles Argentine Daneri could be done to you as well, and most likely by the same culprit."
You wake up, with your hands covered in dried blood, on the floor of what must be a cellar. It's dark and the air is moist, but you can see that there is a single sparkle of light far away, from which you can hear the most subtle plethora of sounds. When you listen to it, it sounds like an entire world exists in that little ball of light.
As you walk up to it, you find a finely handwritten note on the dirty floor, which is possible to read thanks to the light coming from the mysterious object in front of you.
"Prepare for the most troubling sight imaginable. I need you to keep your mind clear and focused for the task at hand.
You cannot help Charles Argentine Daneri. The only one that you can assist right now is yourself.
Yours faithfully,
Borges"
As you take a few more steps forwards, you are greeted by the sight of a corpse lying on its back. Pink-faced, overweight, gray-haired and fine-featured, the man's eyes have been brutally removed. A red stain on the floor implies that he was stabbed in the back.
Eventually, you keep walking, and find a third surprise in your long travel towards the alluring light: an ancient gramophone, apparently from the late twenties. Its metallic parts are rusty, and the wooden parts are either rotting or being slowly devoured by termites.
When you decide to try turning it on, it surprisingly works, and a record begins to play, the entire cellar filled with the sound of a distorted voice. Its words are comprehensible, but it is impossible to distinguish the speaker's age or gender.
"Before you you will find a very special object. It's called an Aleph. With it, you will be able to find your way out of this cellar.
By looking through the Aleph, you will be able to see every single inch and angle of the cellar at the same time, without distortion, overlapping or confusion. You shall find that there are several keys hidden in here. Only one, however, will open the door that will free you from this place. All other keys will only lead you to further torments.
So as to make your task easier, allow me to provide you one single clue: the Aleph is also the first letter in the Hebrew alphabet, and every key has a Hebrew symbol on it.
From the moment you wake up, you have ten minutes. If you fail to find and use the real key on time, you will spend an eternity in this room.
PS: Beware, for time is not linear in this place, nor is space definitive. Events can repeat themselves ad infinitum, and universes can overlap. What you did to Charles Argentine Daneri could be done to you as well, and most likely by the same culprit."
As you walk up to it, you find a finely handwritten note on the dirty floor, which is possible to read thanks to the light coming from the mysterious object in front of you.
"Prepare for the most troubling sight imaginable. I need you to keep your mind clear and focused for the task at hand.
You cannot help Charles Argentine Daneri. The only one that you can assist right now is yourself.
Yours faithfully,
Borges"
As you take a few more steps forwards, you are greeted by the sight of a corpse lying on its back. Pink-faced, overweight, gray-haired and fine-featured, the man's eyes have been brutally removed. A red stain on the floor implies that he was stabbed in the back.
Eventually, you keep walking, and find a third surprise in your long travel towards the alluring light: an ancient gramophone, apparently from the late twenties. Its metallic parts are rusty, and the wooden parts are either rotting or being slowly devoured by termites.
When you decide to try turning it on, it surprisingly works, and a record begins to play, the entire cellar filled with the sound of a distorted voice. Its words are comprehensible, but it is impossible to distinguish the speaker's age or gender.
"Before you you will find a very special object. It's called an Aleph. With it, you will be able to find your way out of this cellar.
By looking through the Aleph, you will be able to see every single inch and angle of the cellar at the same time, without distortion, overlapping or confusion. You shall find that there are several keys hidden in here. Only one, however, will open the door that will free you from this place. All other keys will only lead you to further torments.
So as to make your task easier, allow me to provide you one single clue: the Aleph is also the first letter in the Hebrew alphabet, and every key has a Hebrew symbol on it.
From the moment you wake up, you have ten minutes. If you fail to find and use the real key on time, you will spend an eternity in this room.
PS: Beware, for time is not linear in this place, nor is space definitive. Events can repeat themselves ad infinitum, and universes can overlap. What you did to Charles Argentine Daneri could be done to you as well, and most likely by the same culprit."