YOU HAVE FOUND THE STARLING JOURNAL...
You inspect the page. It's worn and weathered, dated from thirteen years ago. The writing is messy and amateur, as if written by a child.
May 4th
I’m scared. Mommy said to wait on the steps and I did, but she never came back. The people here say this is my home now… But I live with my mommy!
They gave me this book to write in… I don’t know what else to say. Good night book.
May 5th
I want to go home.
May 6th
Does she hate me now? Was I bad? I’ll do all the chores and be good forever if I can go home. I’ll stop talking about the pictures in my head.
The other kids want to play… But I don’t want to. I feel sad.
May 9th
I played today. I told the boy no at first but he said he wouldn’t leave until I tried. So I did. I was shy but it was fun even if I didn’t talk much.
He is nice. His name is Lin.
After reading the page, you see a flash before your eyes. It’s a brief image of a small boy curled up in the corner of a room littered with toys and shelves of children’s books. He clutches his diary in his hands as another red-headed boy approaches him with a smile.
Prepare for another clue...