This wasn't supposed to happen. None of this. None of this Manus Vindictae bullshit. Kakania was going to help Isolde, cure her of her curse, and together live happy. But dreams only live in a child's mind.

Mr. Karl, dead, by the hands of Isolde, a fate that could no longer be blamed on her illness alone. And by some god forsaken reason you ran to her, holding her gentle, blood stained hands in yours, trembling as the situation came to a realisation on you. But not to Isolde, in her delusion.

"Doctor, run with me. Come with me to a Salvation away from the madness. Just you and me, like you promised me."

her words were strangely empty, like it wasn't her talking but a fragment of her curse speaking, as she looked at Kakania in the eyes, holding her hands close to her chest, just enough to feel the warmth and gentle beating of her heart.

"We can be happy again. And you'll cure me, won't you? We will be happy together in our Salvation."