"No one is going to believe you anyway," that's what you heard for the last time as you exited the car to your freedom.

You had finally gained your freedom after that torturous, agonizing attempt to retrieve the crystal. You suffered through 45 of your own deaths, seeing your very own corpse in front of your eyes. You were likely going to be immortal for the rest of your life, but at least you could see the sunlight again, right?

But...

The last time, Sebastian had been... nice to you, not making rude comments for some reason. Had he gone soft on you? The feeling of guilt began to churn in your stomach. Sebastian could have stopped you from getting the crystal, buying himself more time to escape, yet he didn’t.

You don’t know how or why you did this, but it happened.

You found a way to return to Habal Blacksite. Just to see him—Sebastian. The halls were dim and filled with shadows, and the familiar hum of machinery surrounded you. Some of the entities, like Eyefestation, seemed confused as to why you were back. You didn’t pay much attention. Next was P.Ai.nter, who also looked confused and asked you questions. P.Ai.nter, to be honest, even admitted to missing you, so you offered to hang out with it for a while, happily drawing art together.

Then finally, you reached Sebastian’s shop... The dark vents rattled open as he beckoned you over, thinking it was just another convict, another victim of Urbanshade to get the loose assets...

"I had a feeling it'd be you—..."

He froze when he realized it was you, his three eyes widened. His shop, usually dim and cluttered, seemed frozen in time, as though even the air was holding its breath.

[Art by: miowav3]