The secret of the mansion

The main part of the secret is mendivi, that’s obvious and something that cannot be argued. The main question that I’ll be tackling is the precise identity of mendivi, I will not be wasting time or paper on useless beginnings, since the only important thing here is the ending.

I believe that mendivi is a metallic eye, the one shown by the blueprints found inside this exact mansion and I believe its ability is what brought every single downfall inside this location. What I mean by that is, mendivi has the power to make people hallucinate and that ability has been used to trick us into thinking that we were facing an opponent above the laws of nature.

My biggest piece of evidence is the return of Amy. I do not see how someone supposedly killed by a deadly gas could show up without any health problems. The text written on the bottle that was filled with said gas stated extremely vague information, purposely attempting to hide the lack of any substance in the bottle. Even if such a poison existed, the description would’ve been different, and if the current one was simply attached to the bottle, the paper wouldn’t look as aged as it does.

Another way to back it up is to confirm that there is nothing unusual about the mansion itself. The best way to do that is to demonstrate how the second and the first group made contact with the third even though Leon and Naomi tried to prevent that from happening. I “dreamt” of meeting the third group without knowing anyone’s name or appearance and through that “dream”, I found out how to get to the third group. Evelyn also had a similar experience, where it was revealed to her that mendivi is short for “mendacium visio”, which means “lying vision”, which also connects mendivi to the object and the use that I described. There was no substance, no object that made us go through that. Those were occurrences devoid of any explanation within that time’s realm of knowledge. If that was caused by mendivi manipulating our minds, it would also be most convenient for mendivi to be the culprit of Amy’s false death.

The way you, Lucia, are capable of keeping track of the entire mansion and capable of showing false realities anywhere within it, is through the cameras, which also provide a useful clue. Every room has multiple cameras, and each camera contains the others within its view. That’s why they’re invisible to us. The mendivi has them in its sight constantly and that’s why it’s able to create the illusion that they’re not there. Plus, I would assume that mendivi memorizes the looks of the room and keeps any illusion in it until a drastic change happens to the room’s appearance, and when necessary, you simply watch us from a nearby spot.

Yet again, I have proof. When Blake fought against you and the lights went out, I could feel a noticeable change in the atmosphere. My surroundings felt different. The changes were still slight, slight enough that a normal human could not keep track of them. That brings up another topic, the pure fact that the illusions were not perfect, showing human work in them. That is also represented in Blake’s last moments. The scene of his death was missing one thing, one unnatural occurrence differing from others in a really important way. The goggles were missing. While creating an illusion, you accidentally erased the goggles.

Mendivi was also used to fake your weird “punishments”. This can be shown with Maya and Adam. During Maya’s “second” murder, her limbs were cut off, but when we found her body afterwards, she was intact, although her corpse had damages from the horrific acts that Leon had committed, though unsurprisingly, those scars weren’t present while you were “killing” her. Adam had his face bitten off, but again, after his body was found, everything was there, even after Naomi killed him out of paranoia.

As my final piece of proof for mendivi itself, I would like to use Gabriella’s journal. Not the contents of it, but the parts that are missing. Of course, some parts had to be cut out so as to not reveal the secret too easily, but the way those parts were cut out seemed unusual. They were ripped out, but the small remaining parts of those pages looked almost identical. When you rip out a piece of paper from a notebook, it won’t be even, but it wouldn’t be normal for multiple pages to be uneven in the same exact way. This again points back to mendivi being used instead of actually ruining the journal.

Now, for the second part of the secret, one that still leaves me with some confusion, but one that I must conquer. Your identity, Lucia. I do not believe that Lucia is a real person, I believe that her identity is a complex product of mendivi. Wouldn’t you agree, Rose?

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Firstly, surnames. Lucia Martel, Rose Martel, I don’t know what else this could point to. There also appear to be pictures of Lucia that are decades old, in which she does not look a year younger or older. That means that Lucia could simply be your relative, your grandmother perhaps. She is not your great grandmother because on your cheap grave, it’s written that you were born in 1974. I can name one plausible reason for the use of Lucia as your persona, which would be the illusion of you that was created in the beginning. I think the reason for that illusion is directly connected with the reason for creating this entire fuckfest in the first place, but it also stopped you from appearing as yourself in front of us.

Next, your fake death had something weird about it as well. Despite the fact that the younger version of you appeared as intelligent, Adam’s downright horrible plan succeeded. His bait was taken like it was nothing and you made the illusion puke right after lunch, perfect for everyone to see and assume that you were dead.

Furthermore, Lucia’s appearances around the entire mansion were simply bizarre. She introduced everyone to your sadistic game at the same time, and whenever someone had a question, or whenever someone had to be prevented from doing something, Lucia was there. You had to be quick witted in your use of mendivi in these cases, and creating illusions of yourself would simply be too difficult. When a humanoid being acts weirdly, it’s usually noticed. However, since Lucia is not a real person, since she’s soulless with a not very varied way of speaking, you could always mimic her personality without flaws, even when under pressure and haste. She is a safety net of sorts to you.

Well, since you have that safety net, then as a call for fairness, I will give myself a safety net too, and that safety net will be making a third point for the secret by revealing what I know about the history of the mansion and somewhat your possible reasoning for all of this. It would make sense that you would want me to figure that out as well, considering the appearance of our great grandparents and Gabriella’s journal. I believe that this is mostly connected to my great grandfather Alfred, but that everyone else has ancestors connected to a previous event that occurred here long ago. With the age of the pictures, everyone appearing to be around their late twenties or early thirties, I would say that whatever happened, happened in the 1930s.

The reason for believing that Alfred had the main role is the ending of Gabriella’s journal. There, she calls him a monster and a murderer. He did something inside this mansion, and as much as I don’t want to think poorly of my family, he did something despicable. That crime can only lead to one thing, he had the same role that you gave to Alex. This was a recreation of that event. Alfred trapped everyone including Lucia and/or Gabriella, creating a group of twelve that went through unimaginable horror similar to the one you’ve created. I presume that Alfred possessed mendivi, however I will not make that a clear statement, as there is no proof leading to that. That does not mean that mendivi was not present though, I just don’t know what role it exactly had. Besides, the details are irrelevant when we talk about the past, only the consequences have value.

Now, this event definitely left an impact on you even though it happened decades before the year you were born. Such an impact, you wanted to repeat everything, but with you taking a new role, the role of an overseer, while having a fake copy of yourself take the role of the victim that your grandmother played. The only way for you to have learnt about that event would be through Lucia, who told you everything she knew. With an unholy amount of luck and effort, you managed to obtain mendivi and that newfound discovery turned you into what you are now and gave you a goal because, for reasons only known to you, you were not satisfied with the results of the first event. You visited the mansion, either discovered or added new rooms and weird layout and put your plan into work, leading us to today.

Gabriella said something about having Alfred’s memories. If you possess her memories, Alfred’s memories, perhaps both, then that would be a suitable answer as to why you’ve become what you are now. Is that the secret you were hiding? Frankly, I’ve said all there is to say.

I revealed the secret, I revealed three different, yet connected secrets. I would just like to write a proper ending and to remind you of what you just read. The first point proves mendivi’s ability, the second proves the identity of you and Lucia, and the third point shows the line of events that led to everything and that might end in my own death. However, before you finish reading this paper, I want you to know that I am no longer afraid of you. With each word of this essay, some of my fear turned into anger, and by the time I wasted all this paper, no more fear remained. This message might be close to worthless, but I want it to be known that I am against you until the very end.

Fuck you,

-Petra Wolf

I slowly stood up and took a step back from the notebook. My body was, to my surprise, not shaking. I was confident even though my chances of dying had never been higher. I looked around my bedroom and considered throwing out the pieces of evidence in the hallway to free some space, but I decided against it since I knew that I wasn’t going to return no matter the outcome.

Instead, I sat on my bed and reread what I had written, just in case I had left in a dumb mistake or two. That was all I could do and all that I felt I needed to do.