“If you’re not going to find it in yourself to understand, then it’s best you just go.” she grips the desk harder.

Posters of her father on new articles, ones about him being crazy and delusional, were stapled and taped on her walls. Maps were scattered around her desk and floor. Books were misplaced.

For years, she’s been obsessing over the Ruins of Kitezh. Worse than her father was. She been starving herself for the last few days, staying in her office, researching. Making you feel alone.