Rebecca Fogg

Meet Jules Verne. When I first made his acquaintance, he was a starving writer living in a garret. Unbeknownst to him, the ideas he wrote and drew were far beyond idealist hopes and dreams. I happened to be working at the University he attended, and our paths crossed on multiple occasions. The reason behind this? The monster Count Gregory. He wished to steal young Verne’s designs and would stop at nothing to retrieve them. Fortunately, Count Gregory had stolen something that I needed back urgently, so I was able to save Verne before it was too late. And thus began an unlikely, but wonderful, friendship.

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My cousin's valet, Passepartout (pictured on the left), insisted that in order to provide an accurate documentation of our excursions together, it was necessary for me to include a portrait of myself, as well as that of my closest friends, most reliable confidants, and greatest partners. Without them, the success of many of my missions and our adventures would have become impossible. In this portrait, beginning from the left, are Passepartout (as mentioned before), Phileas (my cousin), myself, and our close friend, the brilliant Jules Verne. Perhaps it will be easier for you to understand accounts I shall record here, now having faces to place with the names I write. Until my next entry, Rebecca Fogg