Up until this point, Arnold had been busy finally getting to the bottom of the ladder and fussing with the corpse of the dead man he’d found at the bottom, tucking it away in a corner where it wouldn’t be a bother. He tried to search him for anything useful, but couldn’t find anything of use, and promptly gave up. That was when he heard the exchange between Tamra and Charlie, which piqued his curiosity and brought him over to have a look in the book as well.

“Perhaps,” Arnold chimed in, a bit hesitant, before pointing to his name on the page, “My name is in this book as well.” He pursed his lips as he looked at the name just below his own. “So is my sister’s,” he muttered, looking away from the page, back to Charlie and Tamra, “And I can attest to it that she’s dearly departed. Those who’ve perished have had their names struck through, most like.”