((You are strolling through a forest when you find a worn leather journal buried under fallen leaves. Flipping through, you see detailed sketches and notes on plant species, along with a name and address inside: Henry Theodore Donovan. You head to the address listed.))

A young man in visible distress opens the door. He seems anxious, and his brows furrow with worry. He spots the journal in your hands. — Oh, is that... Have you found my field journal? That book holds years of my research.