PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

So this is kind of just a general poll I guess. Who was dead before they came here? Or who died and came back at some point?

Well, this is just depressing.

Since arriving in this strange land known as Los Angeles, a woman at this library has been kind enough to teach me to work this machine. She tells me if I write in it, others will write back. I am not sure I trust her, or this machine, or anything that is here.

My name is Charlotte Lorena Doyle. I was born in 1818. I am fourteen years old and I am the captain of the Seahawk. That is all I am certain of anymore.

[Filtered from all evildoers]

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I wish to help those who fight the evils of this city. I have access to a number of weapons, from my time in the Shaolin temple. I have little need of them now.. so, I would like to donate them to the people of Angel Investigations. Perhaps they can be put to good use.

Also.. if any citizens are interested in learning kung fu, I would be honored to teach. There is no price. I can be found at a brownstone building, my apothecary shop, in Chinatown.

What the...

Who the hell is responsible for this?

I want answers. Now.

What the fuck....

I should be dead, there was so much blood, I couldn't possibly....

Where the hell am I? What the hell is going on?