They said it was haunted, that old department store at the edge of the city. Sometimes at night, you could see a boy there. He would go to the roof and look down over the district with sad, unblinking eyes. But if you spotted him, he would notice and would run. And then, he would suddenly disappear, like he had never been there at all.

The script, that rope that is pulling me forward through this world, onwards and on, without ever leaving me time to reflect on the events around me. I never had to think about them. I'm only here to provide a point of view, a window to look through.

My take on the greatest tragedy in the game.