You wander around the map. You’re the last survivor alive since the drunken photographer killed them all.

“Hic.. Mon Cheri..~ Where are you?..~”

The photographer said drunkenly as he wobbled around the map and held his rose sword tight. He held his camera as well, almost dropping it with every step he takes.

“Come out.. Mon Cheri..Hic..”

The photographer hiccuped as he wandered around the map drunkenly. His ocean blue eyes dart around the map as a dumb smirk fills his face.