#loop 2

transcript below:

"You're on a path. At the end of that path, there is a forest. Hiding in that forest, there is a Wanderer. You are here to kill her. If you don't, it will be the end of the world."

It was exactly how he remembered. Everything was. Untouched by the tragedy he lived, was living, still and quiet dead. The beacon was an aged white, untouch by the battling light or dark.

With too loud alive steps, they made their way over the stepping stones to the ancient obelisk, weathered and worn, carvings they never got to study etched into every side. The cracks and broken off pieces were righted, Pyro being seemingly the first to make it out here with no sign of any attempt to climb or reach the beacon.

Sighing mostly to marvel in its steadying effect he had almost forgotten, he turned and leaned against the cold stone, shivering in cooling air, watching as the sun set over the dead trees in beautiful oranges, reds, and purples, that cursed town laying just over the horizon.

Oakhurst would be truly underway to rebuild enough structures for the night, introductions out of the way, the concentrated beacon's fabled known warmth far out of reach here where only the dead belonged. They couldn't tell why they ended up here, hungry like always, cold, the journey longer than they remembered, having headed straight to where everything had changed after they had gotten over their panic their bearings after "waking up" at the tower.

It was so cold.

Sliding to the wet ground, he wrapped his arms around him, shivering, trying to preserve the warmth he now held. Alive. They were alive, human, and everything was back to the beginning they could only faintly remember and they had no idea what they were supposed to do.

The world grew black and red, the all too familiar crimson blood moon rising to make the world erie and so dark, his too human eyes unable to even make out the trees surrounding him. They had forgotten how little they could see hear smell when they were human, how scary the night could be when you were blind and weak. It was a wonder how the humans townsfolk navigated the world without the warm torches when trying to hide from them what lurked in the dark.

He had died here. He had died. Here and in the crypt under the castle. He had died.

Their breathing stuttered and eyes burned as they hunkered further down into themselves. They had died and they were still here.

Why? Why them? Why couldn't it had just ended like Czeslaw Avid like it was supposed to?! He had drowned staked, breath gone heart pierced, permanent action that was proven since the beginning of everything to be fatal, and he was still here!

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair!

Salt on their tongue finally told them that they were crying, breathing ragged and heart so loud in their ears.

A harsh laugh echoed in their chest. He was crying, such a human action, just another inescapable piece of the reality of this nightmare.

I have been informed of your illness by several persons, and I write to you to ask you of your recovery, as it has been several days since you fell ill.

! ! MOD SPEAKING ! !

not a very big deal whatever happens, just askin cause i know a couple a people on here who enjoy hamburr and idk whether to introduce it to the au or not

on one hand i love hamburr and would love writin it + it would make for some very cool art ! and it would be. kinda tragic in the end

on another hand, alexander is married to eliza. so. uh- we’d have to find a way around that. somehow. maybe they just become a threesome idk man my will is the will of the peoples

You rush out of the door, pause as you look down the hall both ways to see where the exit is.

The sign for the stairs is found! you close the door and hear a muffled "hey!" as you do so.

Rushing to the stairs the door opens again and Roman yells to you to come back but you're already in motion, flinging the stairwells door open - there's no stopping now!

The door opens right after it shuts, Roman is evidently following you.

But you don't stop, you don't stop as you fall all the way down the first flight of the long long stairs -seriously there's way too many stairs in this building- your bruised and battered body is twisted at odd angles and when you get to the bottom you're dead.