Search the music box

You slowly open the music box, as a shitty little tune bursts to life. You quickly manage to grab out the old, leather-bound book hidden within, tearing it out, just as you shut the lid closed again. You look over to Taylor, who is still soft asleep in bed.

"Perfect," you say, smiling at you look at the book.

Instead of a title, there's a weird scribble on the front. Perhaps it's a code, or Elvish, or it's actually...

"It's joint writing, idiot," Lilith whispers in the back of your head.

"Watch it, whore," you growl. "I'm a fucking orphan, I didn't get much education in this. Just read it for me."

"Diary," Lilith says. "This oughta be good. And I thought we were going to have to start torturing the bitch for answers.

"Perfect," you grin.

"I'll get to reading," Lilith says.