Death travel

The manual....

I went back to my room that night having several thoughts on how to get that machine working.

I paced in my room with no single sleep coming to say hi.

I continued that way and it was getting close to midnight when a thought came to my mind.

I remembered that they said my mom, the former queen and the person who made that machine lived in this room.

Since there is a picture of her, I think other things that belonged to her are still here.

I started a search and at this point, every atom of OCD in my body left because I started scattering the room and turning everything upside down in search for the book.

I had searched everywhere I could see in the room and I couldn't see anything.

I was so tired of searching so I sat in the middle of the mess I made and I felt frustrated.

I stood up and slowly walked towards the picture initially with the intentions of speaking with the picture and asking her for a clue since she claims to be my mother.

speaking with a picture is quite crazy but try to understand, I was frustrated.

When I removed the picture from what it was hung upon, I saw something like a safe but there were some buttons which meant it needed a password.

I knew I was very good at guessing but right now, I didn't have any ground to base my bet.

I started going through all the books and I saw random stuff but this particular one caught my attention.

It had a black cover and looked like a diary but it also needed a small key to open.

I started scattering everything again and luckily for me, I saw the key lying around in the room.

I used the key to unlock the book and the first page contained what seemed like a letter.

with the heading been"Dear Emily"

who is Emily??????????