Epilogue [2] [End Of Game One]

"Okay, let's start with this...

...Two months from now, I am going to die."

A silence followed as those words escaped my lips.

The wind rushed past on the balcony where I stood, staring at my hand that held the recorder tightly.

"Well, that doesn't seem like the best way to start." I let out a light chuckle as I leaned against the railing.

"You should already know it by the time you are hearing this recording."

My gaze landed on my necklace as I whispered, "...'She' should have informed you."

Well, that's what I hope for.

"So, you might be wondering, why am I recording myself?" I said, smiling as I turned around. "...It's because I wanted to explain myself for what I did and why I did that."

Guilt gripped my heart as I tiredly placed her hand on the railing, looking down.

The empty streets of the night came into view, which oddly enough calmed me down.