Project Umbrella Translation
TREVOR'S NOTES
Nov.24.1967
It has been eleven days since I came to this mansion. I have no idea how this all happened.
A man in a white coat brought me a meager meal and said something to me.
"My apologies, but it's for security reasons." So... that's how it is.
Only Lord Spencer and I know this mansion's secrets, and if I die, the secrets would be his alone. But... why though... no, there's no time to think about it.
It's too dangerous to go on like this. I'm also worried for my family's safety.
I have decided to try and escape. Jessica, Lisa, please be safe.
Nov.26.1967
Agonizingly, I've lost my lighter as I waited for my chance in this darkness.
I was taking good care of it, it's the one my wife gave me for my birthday.
November 13 was the fateful day.
Having left to visit their aunt, who collapsed from a sudden illness three days before, images of my wife Jessica and daughter Lisa suddenly sprang to mind. At this moment, my memory's coming back to me in vivid detail.
"By now your family must be..." Surely that's what one of the men in white said just before I lost consciousness. I'm getting more and more worried.
I hope they didn't come back to this mansion again asking for me.
Nov.27.1967
I managed to get out of that room somehow.
...But it's not as easy to get out of this mansion.
I must unravel all the traps.
The golden emblem... The tiger's lost shining eyes...
Nov.29.1967
I can't get out. I'll never get out of this mansion.
...The gloomy cave dripping with water... That creepy lab with formalin-soaked live specimens...
My god! What a disaster!! ...I've found something.
A familiar high-heeled shoe lying in a hallway!!
"Jessica!!"
Did my wife and daughter suffer the same fate as me!? It can't be... I'm sure they're both still alive.
Nov.30.1967
I'm thirsty. Feel like I'm going nuts... Haven't eaten for days.
Why? Why must I die this way...
Is it my fault for being so fascinated by this mansion's unusual design?
Nov.31.1967
A dark... wet tunnel. This another dead-end?
No... there's something there... My trembling fingers scraped the last match. A grave...
Oh my god! There's a name engraved on it...
"George Trevor!!" It's me!!
That man calculated from the start that I'd take my last breath here, and prepared a grave for me.
I can't believe I've went along with it...
...I can't go on... my consciousness is fading away...
Jessica... Lisa... Please forgive me.
I'm almost there. Forgive me for making you collateral damage to my ego.
I hope that at the very least, my life is exchanged for your safety...
George Trevor
There's scribbling, undated...
My situation's still the same...
Never thought a room I built for fun would come in handy like this.
I can hide from them here for a little while.
After all, I never even told the Lord about the secret to this painting.
Inside the mansion painting... Back of the art room...
Nov.24.1967
It has been eleven days since I came to this mansion. I have no idea how this all happened.
A man in a white coat brought me a meager meal and said something to me.
"My apologies, but it's for security reasons." So... that's how it is.
Only Lord Spencer and I know this mansion's secrets, and if I die, the secrets would be his alone. But... why though... no, there's no time to think about it.
It's too dangerous to go on like this. I'm also worried for my family's safety.
I have decided to try and escape. Jessica, Lisa, please be safe.
Nov.26.1967
Agonizingly, I've lost my lighter as I waited for my chance in this darkness.
I was taking good care of it, it's the one my wife gave me for my birthday.
November 13 was the fateful day.
Having left to visit their aunt, who collapsed from a sudden illness three days before, images of my wife Jessica and daughter Lisa suddenly sprang to mind. At this moment, my memory's coming back to me in vivid detail.
"By now your family must be..." Surely that's what one of the men in white said just before I lost consciousness. I'm getting more and more worried.
I hope they didn't come back to this mansion again asking for me.
Nov.27.1967
I managed to get out of that room somehow.
...But it's not as easy to get out of this mansion.
I must unravel all the traps.
The golden emblem... The tiger's lost shining eyes...
Nov.29.1967
I can't get out. I'll never get out of this mansion.
...The gloomy cave dripping with water... That creepy lab with formalin-soaked live specimens...
My god! What a disaster!! ...I've found something.
A familiar high-heeled shoe lying in a hallway!!
"Jessica!!"
Did my wife and daughter suffer the same fate as me!? It can't be... I'm sure they're both still alive.
Nov.30.1967
I'm thirsty. Feel like I'm going nuts... Haven't eaten for days.
Why? Why must I die this way...
Is it my fault for being so fascinated by this mansion's unusual design?
Nov.31.1967
A dark... wet tunnel. This another dead-end?
No... there's something there... My trembling fingers scraped the last match. A grave...
Oh my god! There's a name engraved on it...
"George Trevor!!" It's me!!
That man calculated from the start that I'd take my last breath here, and prepared a grave for me.
I can't believe I've went along with it...
...I can't go on... my consciousness is fading away...
Jessica... Lisa... Please forgive me.
I'm almost there. Forgive me for making you collateral damage to my ego.
I hope that at the very least, my life is exchanged for your safety...
George Trevor
There's scribbling, undated...
My situation's still the same...
Never thought a room I built for fun would come in handy like this.
I can hide from them here for a little while.
After all, I never even told the Lord about the secret to this painting.
Inside the mansion painting... Back of the art room...
Official Japanese Transcript
トレヴァーの手記
Nov.24.1967
この洋館にきて11日。どうしてこんなことになったのだ。
白衣の男が粗末な食事を運んで来て、私に言った。
「気の毒だが、機密保持のためだ。」そうか･･･そういうことだったのか。
この洋館の秘密を知っているのは、スペンサー卿と私だけで、私が死ねば秘密は彼ひとりのものになる。だが･･･しかし、いったいなんのために･･･いや、考えている暇はない。
このままでは、危険だ。それに、家族の無事も気になる。
私は脱出を試みる事にした。ジェシカ、リサ、無事でいてくれ。
Nov.26.1967
この暗闇でチャンスを待つのにライターを無くしたのは痛かった。
妻が誕生日に贈ってくれたもので、大切に使っていたのに。
運命の日となった11月13日。
その三日前に、急病で倒れた叔母の見舞いに出かけたという妻ジェシカと娘リサの姿がふと頭に浮かぶ。この瞬間、私の中で記憶が鮮明に蘇る。
「君の家族も今ごろは･･･。」気を失う直前、白衣の男達の誰かが、確かに言っていた。･･･益々不安をかき立てられた。
彼女達が、この屋敷に私を尋ねて再び戻ってきていない事を願う。
Nov.27.1967
なんとか私は、あの部屋から出ることに成功した。
･･･だが、この洋館の外へ出るのは、容易ではない。
全てのカラクリを解かなければ。
双眸の光を失った虎･･･。黄金のエンブレム･･･。
Nov.29.1967
出られない。どうしても館から出る事ができない。ホルマリンに浸かった生物標本が並んだ不気味な研究室･･･、水の滴る陰気な洞窟･･･。
ああ！なんと言う事だ！！･･･私は、発見してしまった。
見覚えのあるハイヒールが片方だけ廊下に転がっているのを！！
『ジェシカ！！』
妻も娘も私と同じ運命を辿ったのか！？･･･いや、二人ともきっと生きている。
Nov.30.1967
のどが渇いた。もう何日も食事をしていない･･･。気が狂いそうだ。
なぜだ？なぜこんな死に方を･･･。
この館の異常な設計に、心を奪われた私が悪かったのか･･･。
Nov.31.1967
暗い･･･じめじめした地下道だ。ここも行き止まりか。
･･･いや･･･何かある。私は震える指で最後のマッチをこすった。墓だ･･･
ああ、なんてことだ！そこに刻まれた名前は･･･、
『ジョージ・トレヴァー！！』私ではないか！！
奴は最初から、私がここで息をひき取るのを計算し、墓を用意しておいたのだ。
それにまんまと乗るなんて･･･。
･･･もう駄目だ･･･。意識が遠のいて行く･･･。
ジェシカ･･･リサ･･･。私を許してくれ。
もうすぐだ。お前達を私のエゴの巻き添えにした事を許してくれ。
せめて、私の生命と引き換えに、お前達の安否を･･･
ジョージ・トレヴァー
走り書きが記されている 日付は記されていない･･･
依然として、状況は変わらない･･･。
私が遊びで作った部屋が、こんな形で役に立つとは。
ここなら少しの間、奴らの目を盗んで隠れる事が出来る。
何しろこの絵の秘密は、卿にも伝えていないのだから。
絵の中の洋館･･･美術室の奥。
Nov.24.1967
この洋館にきて11日。どうしてこんなことになったのだ。
白衣の男が粗末な食事を運んで来て、私に言った。
「気の毒だが、機密保持のためだ。」そうか･･･そういうことだったのか。
この洋館の秘密を知っているのは、スペンサー卿と私だけで、私が死ねば秘密は彼ひとりのものになる。だが･･･しかし、いったいなんのために･･･いや、考えている暇はない。
このままでは、危険だ。それに、家族の無事も気になる。
私は脱出を試みる事にした。ジェシカ、リサ、無事でいてくれ。
Nov.26.1967
この暗闇でチャンスを待つのにライターを無くしたのは痛かった。
妻が誕生日に贈ってくれたもので、大切に使っていたのに。
運命の日となった11月13日。
その三日前に、急病で倒れた叔母の見舞いに出かけたという妻ジェシカと娘リサの姿がふと頭に浮かぶ。この瞬間、私の中で記憶が鮮明に蘇る。
「君の家族も今ごろは･･･。」気を失う直前、白衣の男達の誰かが、確かに言っていた。･･･益々不安をかき立てられた。
彼女達が、この屋敷に私を尋ねて再び戻ってきていない事を願う。
Nov.27.1967
なんとか私は、あの部屋から出ることに成功した。
･･･だが、この洋館の外へ出るのは、容易ではない。
全てのカラクリを解かなければ。
双眸の光を失った虎･･･。黄金のエンブレム･･･。
Nov.29.1967
出られない。どうしても館から出る事ができない。ホルマリンに浸かった生物標本が並んだ不気味な研究室･･･、水の滴る陰気な洞窟･･･。
ああ！なんと言う事だ！！･･･私は、発見してしまった。
見覚えのあるハイヒールが片方だけ廊下に転がっているのを！！
『ジェシカ！！』
妻も娘も私と同じ運命を辿ったのか！？･･･いや、二人ともきっと生きている。
Nov.30.1967
のどが渇いた。もう何日も食事をしていない･･･。気が狂いそうだ。
なぜだ？なぜこんな死に方を･･･。
この館の異常な設計に、心を奪われた私が悪かったのか･･･。
Nov.31.1967
暗い･･･じめじめした地下道だ。ここも行き止まりか。
･･･いや･･･何かある。私は震える指で最後のマッチをこすった。墓だ･･･
ああ、なんてことだ！そこに刻まれた名前は･･･、
『ジョージ・トレヴァー！！』私ではないか！！
奴は最初から、私がここで息をひき取るのを計算し、墓を用意しておいたのだ。
それにまんまと乗るなんて･･･。
･･･もう駄目だ･･･。意識が遠のいて行く･･･。
ジェシカ･･･リサ･･･。私を許してくれ。
もうすぐだ。お前達を私のエゴの巻き添えにした事を許してくれ。
せめて、私の生命と引き換えに、お前達の安否を･･･
ジョージ・トレヴァー
走り書きが記されている 日付は記されていない･･･
依然として、状況は変わらない･･･。
私が遊びで作った部屋が、こんな形で役に立つとは。
ここなら少しの間、奴らの目を盗んで隠れる事が出来る。
何しろこの絵の秘密は、卿にも伝えていないのだから。
絵の中の洋館･･･美術室の奥。
Official English Transcript
"Due to errors or changes in localization, the following may contain inconsistencies with the official Japanese text."
TREVOR'S DIARY
Nov. 24, 1967
Eleven days have past since arriving on this estate. How did I end up like this? A guy in a lab coat came with a plate of skimpy meal and said to me, "Sorry to put you through this, but it's for security reasons." That's when it hit me. It all makes sense now.
There are only two people that know the secret of this mansion, Sir Spencer and myself. If they kill me, Sir Spencer will be the only person that knows the secret.
But for what purpose? It doesn't matter now. It's too dangerous here. My family... I hope they are all right.
I've decided to escape... Jessica, Lisa, I pray you are safe.
Nov. 26, 1967
How could I be so careless? I lost my favorite lighter-the one Jessica gave me for my birthday.
Now it's going to be that much harder to get out this dark place.
Nov. 13th, the date when my fate was sealed. My aunt was hospitalized just three days before. Jessica and Lisa
said that they were going to visit her. I wish I could be there with them.
But wait, even as I'm writing my memory is coming back to me more vividly. Just before I passed out, I remember the men in the lab coats said something like, "Most likely your family
is already..." I pray for their safety.
Nov. 27, 1967
Somehow I managed to get out that room.
But getting out of this mansion won't be as easy.
I have to get past all the booby-traps.
Tiger Eyes, Gold Emblem... I have to try and remember for my own sake.
Nov. 29, 1967
I can't get out. I have tried every possible way to escape but only to be faced with the reality that I'm trapped.
I've been everywhere. The laboratory with the large glass tubes filled with formaldehyde and those dark, wet and eerie caves... What can I do?
At first I didn't want to believe my eyes.
But that familiar high-heeled shoe in the corridor... It was like reflex.
One name came to my mind, Jessica!
I don't want to believe they share the same fate as me. No! I can't give up hope. I have to hope they're alive.
Nov. 30, 1967
I haven't had anything to eat or drink for the past few days. I feel like I'm going crazy.
Why is this happening to me? Why do I have to die like this?
I was too obsessed with designing this ghastly mansion. I should have known better.
Nov. 31, 1967
It was a dark and damp underground tunnel. And another dead end. But even in the darkness something caught my eye.
Carefully, I lit the last match, I had to see what it was.
A grave! But deeply engraved into the stone was my name!
"George Trevor"
At that instant, it all became clear to me. Those bastards knew from the beginning that I'd die here and I fell right into their trap.
But it's too late now. I'm losing it.
Everything is becoming so far away.
Jessica... Lisa... Forgive me.
Because of my ego, I got both of you involved in this whole damn conspiracy.
Forgive me. May god justify my death in exchange for your safety.
George Trevor
TREVOR'S DIARY
Nov. 24, 1967
Eleven days have past since arriving on this estate. How did I end up like this? A guy in a lab coat came with a plate of skimpy meal and said to me, "Sorry to put you through this, but it's for security reasons." That's when it hit me. It all makes sense now.
There are only two people that know the secret of this mansion, Sir Spencer and myself. If they kill me, Sir Spencer will be the only person that knows the secret.
But for what purpose? It doesn't matter now. It's too dangerous here. My family... I hope they are all right.
I've decided to escape... Jessica, Lisa, I pray you are safe.
Nov. 26, 1967
How could I be so careless? I lost my favorite lighter-the one Jessica gave me for my birthday.
Now it's going to be that much harder to get out this dark place.
Nov. 13th, the date when my fate was sealed. My aunt was hospitalized just three days before. Jessica and Lisa
said that they were going to visit her. I wish I could be there with them.
But wait, even as I'm writing my memory is coming back to me more vividly. Just before I passed out, I remember the men in the lab coats said something like, "Most likely your family
is already..." I pray for their safety.
Nov. 27, 1967
Somehow I managed to get out that room.
But getting out of this mansion won't be as easy.
I have to get past all the booby-traps.
Tiger Eyes, Gold Emblem... I have to try and remember for my own sake.
Nov. 29, 1967
I can't get out. I have tried every possible way to escape but only to be faced with the reality that I'm trapped.
I've been everywhere. The laboratory with the large glass tubes filled with formaldehyde and those dark, wet and eerie caves... What can I do?
At first I didn't want to believe my eyes.
But that familiar high-heeled shoe in the corridor... It was like reflex.
One name came to my mind, Jessica!
I don't want to believe they share the same fate as me. No! I can't give up hope. I have to hope they're alive.
Nov. 30, 1967
I haven't had anything to eat or drink for the past few days. I feel like I'm going crazy.
Why is this happening to me? Why do I have to die like this?
I was too obsessed with designing this ghastly mansion. I should have known better.
Nov. 31, 1967
It was a dark and damp underground tunnel. And another dead end. But even in the darkness something caught my eye.
Carefully, I lit the last match, I had to see what it was.
A grave! But deeply engraved into the stone was my name!
"George Trevor"
At that instant, it all became clear to me. Those bastards knew from the beginning that I'd die here and I fell right into their trap.
But it's too late now. I'm losing it.
Everything is becoming so far away.
Jessica... Lisa... Forgive me.
Because of my ego, I got both of you involved in this whole damn conspiracy.
Forgive me. May god justify my death in exchange for your safety.
George Trevor