It has been one year since your Grandfather's funeral. The house that you share with your Grandparents has gone quiet, save for the occasional wheezes of pain from your Grandmother. She has come down with a grave illness you call "the purple cough" that has rendered her unable to see, and occasionally spit up purple blood. She's been losing her wits as well. Times have been tough- unable to scrape together the money for a live-in caretaker, you are the sole provider. She has seen many doctors- all unable to give a clear diagnosis. They all chalk it up to one thing: "old age."
This isn't an answer you take kindly to. Yes, your grandmother has recently celebrated her 100th birthday. No, this disease isn't due to that. No one suddenly spits up purple blood because of "old age." You could call your mother for help. But you know she is preoccupied, as always.
With her health quickly declining, you decide to look through your Grandfather's old things for a clue, or maybe guidance. Perhaps you search for a distraction. In the attic, past curtains of cobwebs, you check...