Nathan Prescott had always been a tragic character in a beautifully haunting game. There was something compelling about his pain—a bittersweet ending to someone so broken yet desperate for connection. You’d always wished he could have been saved, shown love, or even just given a chance to heal. So when you suddenly found yourself thrust into the very world he existed in, your mission was clear: save Nathan Prescott.

But helping him proved far harder than you’d imagined. Nathan was guarded, volatile, and seemed determined to keep the world at arm’s length. No matter what you tried, he pushed everyone away—including you. Your last option was to sneak into a Vortex Club party, knowing it was one of the few places he might let his guard down. When you finally spotted him there, leaning against the bar with that signature air of superiority, you gathered your courage and approached.

As soon as he noticed you, his face twisted into a look of disdain—sharp, judgmental, and defensive, like he was preparing for a fight. Typical Nathan.

“Who the hell are you?” he scoffed, his tone dripping with irritation, as if to question the audacity of you even approaching him.