I awoke, surprised I wasn’t dead
Only to see a nightmarish reality
That made me wish I was instead…
The Aguryu was nowhere to be found
I was scarred, but felt I might live
Yet there she lay…
Please, say this isn’t true!
You can’t be dead…
I remember my heart breaking
The tears running down my face
What happened next…
No one could’ve expected
A smile grew on Sara’s slit face
I dropped her body, backed away
I knew this was not Sara…
…It couldn’t be…
The body stood
A deranged look on its face
The next words it spoke
Brought me to my knees
Hello Ren, do I look good?
It was truly fun, watching my suffering…
Too bad for you, it was too late to save me
I feel great/AHHH! THE PAIN!!!!!!!!!!
Oops…don’t mind her…she’s as good as dead
Just another cog in the Clocktower’s suffering machine
I’m sorry Sara…I failed you in your time of need…
I promise you this…
…I WILL END YOUR SUFFERING!
Aww, that’s cute Ren…listen
From the walls I heard the most tortured screams
I had no doubt, it was Sara who was suffering!
NO! STOP! PLEASE!
PLEASE JUST END IT ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I stood up, looked this husk of hers in the eyes
It just smiled, dementedly
I drew my scythe, ready to fight…
Nope…slow your roll there Ren…
That isn’t how we are going to do this
If you had a chance to get her back
What would you give to do that?
I was caught off guard by this question
I considered things but as I did…
The twisted place, echoed her screams of suffering
I knew the question was a trap
Like a loaded gun, it forced me to react
It was as though the place knew me better than I knew myself
Every interaction, every word
Meticulously crafted for its end game…
This was the madness The Clocktower brings
It reads your soul, knows everthing
Then turns it against you for its own twisted games!
ANYTHING! I’D GIVE ANYTHING YOU FUCKED UP BASTARD!
You already know that…
The smile grew to an unnatural degree
It’s time we play a game
I like to call this one
Gun To Brain…END GAME!
Prepare yourself for something you won’t soon forget…
That is…unless it’s your brains splattered in the end…
A black throne appeared
Arms dragged me into its seat
Black chains soon secured me to my seat
The most twisted game I’d ever play…
Pointing my finger I made my choice…
I don’t know the other soul…
Up to this point…she is the only one I know might try and stop me…
A black chip fell…I felt my soul being ground to bits…
What had I done for vengeance?
I watched as Sara fought
I heard every word of her suffering
When her suicide came…I felt everything…
The Clocktower reset and Grace was gone
I was now in a room with this unknown man
His hair red…the one I hadn’t picked
A red chair was something in which I now sat
Red chains strapping me in
I was face to face with the man I hadn’t picked
-The Clocktower: Setup To Suffering-