Trevor's Notes are scrapped in-game files from BIO HAZARD 1, which were written by the architect of the mansion, George Trevor.
History
The notes conceived as a series of letters chronicling the various stages of the game and were originally included as files in order to provide clues for players to get past some of the harder puzzles in the game, as well as to provide an explanation as to why the mansion was full of traps. Shinji Mikami decided to remove them from the game 1 month before release, as the game's story was split into two threads and he was not confident that they could write them suitably. Prior to their removal, they were found in the L Passage (next to Kenneth's body), room with a shotgun framed to the wall, attic, library and other locations based on a press sample CD. This showed George Trevor's own progression through the mansion while trying to escape. 1
FILE 1
Written Invitation 招待状
Thank You Letter
Trevor's Note (1) トレヴァーの手記（１）
Trevor's Note (2) トレヴァーの手記（2）
Trevor's Note (3) トレヴァーの手記（3）
Trevor's Note (4) トレヴァーの手記（4）
Trevor's Note (5) トレヴァーの手記（5）
FILE 2
Trevor's Note (6) トレヴァーの手記（6）
Trevor's Note (7) トレヴァーの手記（7）
Trevor's Note (8) トレヴァーの手記（8）
Last Note 最後の手記
Later, the letters were rewritten and included in "The True Story Behind BIO HAZARD" book as "George Trevor's Letters" for the release of the game on the Sega Saturn. However, these rewritten versions, like the "BIO HAZARD THE BEGINNING" story in the same book, heavily contradicted the storyline of the game and deviated from the source material. Some of the original letters were rewritten again and included by Mikami in his remake of the original game, biohazard, as a single "Trevor's Diary" file. This file is now the canonical version.
The original files were still contained in the 15 minute demo disk of BIO HAZARD, released on January 15, 1996. Although not obtainable in gameplay, the files were contained on the data of the disk, and were extracted by MarkGrass. They have now been fully translated by Project Umbrella in English for the first time.
Project Umbrella Translation
WRITTEN INVITATION
My dear friend, George Trevor.
Only by your sincerity and effort, can this beautiful mansion be built.
It's been 3 months since I moved here, and this place is so magnificent.
Along with the hurly of hunters, I greet the arrival of dawn; Along with the roar of wolves, I greet the fall of night.
...However, still there is something we haven't got here.
So, I want you do me a favour, my friend. Would you like to come to this mansion?
Of course, bring your family together.
You can look at this as meeting an old friend, and come here light-hearted.
I'll prepare a splendid banquet and wait for your presence, I'm sure you'll like it.
Best Regards,
Ozwell E. Spencer
October 9, 1967
THANK YOU LETTER
Dear Lord Spencer
It's a pleasure to receive the invitation to me and my family to visit the new mansion; I can't thank you enough for this.
Actually, I also have been meaning to pay a visit to that mansion again.
And I accept your invitation.
In the beautiful courtyard with many wonderful waterscapes, there are 2 fountains which have names.
If you want to see this fountain, I must tell you something that you have to remember. Please take the "Red Book" and "Blue Book" with you.
Sorry, I still have some unfinished business to do, so I want to let my wife and daughter go there first.
Please take care of them.
Much appreciated.
George Trevor
November 3, 1967
TREVOR'S NOTE (1)
It was 6 pm after I finished my work, Lord Spencer arrived at the mansion, and we cheered for our reunion.
In the spacious and bright dining room, a lot of delicious food was on the table.
The goddess was looking down at us, she seemed jealous.
But I don't think I will pull her down here... And, I gave a little gift to this remarkable girl...
Even so...
The clock goes tick tock in the silence, making me feel quite lonely.
My family arrived here a little earlier, my wife left me a message to tell me that my aunt is ill, and they went to visit her.
Well then, I guess I have to wait here until their return.
In spite of this, at least I can enjoy the delicious food and wines, and those wonderful artworks in the mansion. They will help me to sweep away my feeling of loneliness.
George Trevor
Letter from Trevor's Wife
In this happy vacation, bad news has come to us. I feel sad, that is because our dear aunt Emma is ill.
Aunt Emma seems to be living near this mansion, so Lisa and I just decided to visit her.
That's really a pity; it's been such a long time since we took a holiday together.
But don't worry; we'll come back 2 or 3 days later.
Your wife,
Jessica Trevor
November 12, 1967
P.S.
For the great kindness of Mr. Spencer, we are allowed to play the piano in the mansion. Our Lisa was very happy, she told me she wanted to play Beethoven.
But our daughter couldn't remember where she put her important music book...
Where is it exactly?...
TREVOR'S NOTE (2)
November 14th, 1967
Today, Mr. Spencer said he will show me around his mansion. He opened every door for me, and those amazing rooms came to my eyes one after another.
This building seems to be luxury, but in the mean time it's also a crystal of wisdom and great ideas. In my opinion, only a successful entrepreneur like him deserves a mansion like this.
In one of the rooms, there are many stuffed animals, their eyes looks strange, giving off mysterious light from them.
In another room, I saw some armoured knights from Middle Ages, and the commander is one step forward from the line. They are standing quietly aside the room, and seem to being protecting something.....
"Isn't it fantastic?" Mr. Spencer went on proudly.
"Several years ago, I started to build another building in this area, as the maintenance and training facility of the company. Since that time, I had the idea to use this mansion together with the facility. In a short time, not only for the employees of my company, this mansion also can receive any guests from any place!"
I imagined the scene, this mansion full of visitors.
People are walking around in the building, like me, they are surprised by its unbelievable beauty and elegance.
And I think I should be proud this time for doing my bit to this fantastic building.
TREVOR'S NOTE (3)
November 15th, 1967
My family didn't come back.
It's about time and they should have come back here.
Did aunt get worse?
Without other choices, I went to a room deep in the right area of first floor and started to read books to kill some time.
Some mysterious things of this mansion are recorded in the books, but I can't figure it out at all.
George Trevor
November 17th, 1967
At midnight, when I passed by Mr. Spencer’s study room, I heard people were talking about something.
I went close to the door and just opened a crack, and I saw 3 men in white coat were whispering with Mr. Spencer.
".....the great new market...high commerciality...fundamental stage of the research...really just bio...so...the long-range research is necessary..."
I heard they talked like this.
Driven by my curiosity, carelessly I stepped a little forward to the door and pushed it. A little voice piped up, one of those men noticed that and walked toward here.
That man, a man with red hair, he saw me, and at that moment he looks very astonished. However, he immediately averted his sight to elsewhere, as nothing had ever happened.
George Trevor
November 18th, 1967
The lighter! I lost my lighter! It's the birthday gift my wife gave to me and one of the most precious things of mine.
For many years I've never left my lighter from me.....
I have bad feelings....
When I stopped for a rest at the L-shaped corridor where a glass case is set, I'm sure it's still with me.
Though it's easy to find another lighter, this one is too special to me and I can't just give it up.
I'm gonna go there and try to look for it tomorrow.
George Trevor
TREVOR'S NOTE (4)
November 20, 1967
A large room lined with portraits on the first floor, where I was casually looking over paintings when suddenly a red-haired man in a white coat approached me.
What could it be? The odor of disinfectant faintly drifted from his body.
"There's something I want to ask you...," he said. "What exactly do you know about your family?"
"My family? Do you know something!?"
The man saw my expression and muttered with authority. "You really don't know anything... Such a small child..."
I shook the man, raised my voice, and demanded to know where they were.
But at that moment, I heard something squirm behind me.
"Something is here..."
The red-haired man would not say another word about it no matter how much I asked.
George Trevor
TREVOR'S NOTE (5)
November 23, 1967
Servants hurriedly washed the floor on the way to the first floor early this morning.
The only room in this mansion where I put nothing…
I didn't have any doubt at first.
Until I passed that room and went on to the next living room…
Nothing. There was no sign of the shotgun on the wall!
"What happened to the shotgun that was here?"
"Oh, that one. That was destroyed. Like it was stepped on by an elephant, you know. It has still kept its original shape to a degree, different from an animal. Oh well, I keep a spare which can replace it."
Spencer, who was nearby, answered.
I returned to the previous room as quickly as possible.
Some kind of black stain on the floor. And red hair.
I couldn't stop trembling...
That shotgun was moved, surely...
George Trevor
TREVOR'S NOTE (6)
November 26, 1967
I'm trapped. It has already been 3 days.
I tried to escape from this mansion the day I saw the scene in the empty room, and left with the utmost confidence that my family should be safe at our aunts'.
But it was too late.
As I left the mansion, I was subdued by a group of men in white coats and severely beaten.
And I lost consciousness for a while.
"Pity for you, but it's a matter of security."
"Those men are evil. Trying to use the designer of this mansion of all people... But I'm useful for data collection in the future."
What matter of security? For designing this mansion?
I lay in an underground room when I noticed it.
A dimly-lit room, and my whole body feels strangely itchy.
It almost feels like I’m being tickled by human fingers.
I lift myself up.
Drip, drip, then something fell from my body.
It‘s... moving!
Spiders! There were hundreds of spiders on me, and wriggling on the floor.
Spiders about the size of my palm in this cold room...
I stepped back and away, reflectively trampling on several of them. Just then, all those spiders attacked me.
I ran to the door, but it was locked.
The spiders came shuffling up to me one after another.
I remembered the structure of the door and somehow got out.
After that, I roamed around the underground of this mansion until today.
There were irregularly-shaped insects and many animals. However, their movements were slow and simple, and somehow I managed to survive.
George Trevor
TREVOR'S NOTE (7)
Jessica, Lisa..
Why! Why! I don't want to die in a dismal place like this...
Was it my fault that I designed this mansion at his special orders?
Or is this God's punishment for trying to escape, not knowing if I had left them behind.
Makes no difference.
This is extraordinary.
The smell of disinfectant fills the basement and it seems a new machine was brought in...
What the hell is the secret?
Is this place actually still used as a recreation facility?!
George Trevor
TREVOR'S NOTE (8)
December 5, 1967
…And now, I unexpectedly set foot into the narrow and dark room.
With each step I take, the danger intensifies. I walk around slowly and carefully. Then, in the center of the room, I bump into something hard.
What is it?
I lit the flame on the lighter, and there, looming up slightly, were letters.
It is…
What! Son of a bitch! That man thought of every possible angle!
But it’s ironic. I’m still alive.
Unless the expected thing occurs today.
But it’s the same thing. The sunlight cannot be seen to ascend anymore.
It has literally become where I will die.
…No, it’s not. I must live. I made it through up until now.
I’m still living… I will survive.
George Trevor
LAST NOTE
I failed. How could he, Spencer, know about it?
A behemoth it approaches, and to come…
Though it should be a secret device which only I know…
On the contrary, myself and…
My consciousness is fading.
I forgot. Not just one... but another very similar tool is needed.
Ah, a bit longer, just a bit longer and I could have reached the fountain with 2 names...
George Trevor
Footnotes
- 1. The True Story Bhind BIO HAZARD - Words from Producer on the Game (Page 154)