We arrived at the second floor of the safe house.
The second floor had many private rooms, all connected by a central corridor. The cartographer led the way and entered one of the rooms—it wasn't the room where the mad partner was held, but his own bedroom. He said he wanted to get his diary first, and then took me to another room used for confinement.
I glanced at the diary in the cartographer's hand. It was a notebook with a brown cover. He had mentioned before that the name Mazao sounded familiar to him, but he might need to review his diary to recall it. I wasn't sure what exactly was recorded inside. Though it's unethical to have designs on someone else's diary, right now I was indeed driven by considerable curiosity about this "Doomsday survivor's diary."
The cartographer pushed open the door to the confinement room.
