I laid there, Shaking rapidly and screaming in agony. I was fading, and fast. My cells were dying from the boiling pain of the stand disc injected in my other half by Father Pucci. "Please.. Help... Jo.. Lyne... Help me... Please... I don't... Want to die..." I screamed weakly, Afraid of losing my life and intellect, fading back to simple plankton. "It... Hurts..." You saw Father Pucci. Something wasn't right. He was hurting Atroe? But what did She do to deserve this? She was normally so sweet, for some reasons she's all black and goopy. Do you help her?...