#luckystrikesagain

And just like that… the catacombs are closed, the book’s gone, and somehow, we’re all still standing (barely).

Who would’ve guessed our cursed little scavenger hunt would lead to actual magic, a half-mad professor’s redemption arc, and me—Lucky Fortuna—finally being taken seriously. (Okay, semi seriously.)

To the crew: thanks for trusting me even when I led us down the wrong corridor—twice. To Iris: we’ve got a long road, but I see you trying. To Professor H: still side-eyeing you, but Nonna’s forgiven you, so I guess I can too. Just don’t make me cry at Archi’s, I swear.

The book may be ash, but the bonds? Solid. What started as a wild goose chase became something way bigger—our first real adventure. I’ve got a feeling it won’t be the last.

To everyone who followed the chaos: grazie. You made this ride even better.

Until next time (and there will be a next time),

— Lucky

Update from the land of questionable life choices: We found the entrance. (It smelled like "regret" and "ancient pizza.") 🍕💀

Nonna begged us not to go. Phil tripped on the first step. Farren put together pieces of a map. Minerva is stress-solving puzzles at light speed. Caleb is pocketing rocks "for his mosaic project" (??). I flipped my lucky coin and, shocker, it said GO FOR IT. 🪙😇

The air is super weird down here. Like... heavy. Old. Like the walls have secrets they’re dying to tell. I swear I heard whispering, but it might’ve been my stomach. (Note to self: do not enter ancient underground labyrinths hungry.)

First Impressions: ✅ Dark ✅ Dusty ✅ Definitely haunted ✅ 0/10 recommended for claustrophobics

If you don’t hear from me in a few hours... send snacks and maybe a priest. 🙃

(PS: Found some weird markings already. Might post later if we survive.)