In the attic of your home, as you sift through the things your late grandmother has left you, a strange bundle of papers catches your eyes:

There are strange patterns that seems to glow slightly on the first page.

Checking closely, you realize that this used to be a book of some sort, it simply lost its cover.

Yet, despite being obviously damaged enough to not being a whole book again, and despite it being so obviously old, the paper feels as strong as ever.

Curiously, led by the weirdness of the book, you begin reading it:

The first words you can make out are "Marlee's Journal"

Marlee, the name of your late grandmother