The misty pale wind and frost swept everything, turning the boundless land into frozen soil.
The poison that flows from the end of truth.
Let all souls look directly at the trembling other side.
All happy and unhappy dreams are rushing towards the bitter abyss in droves.
That terrible magic has driven all unyielding and great souls into oblivion.
Rush towards the tranquility and sweep away the weak and tired.
The shore of death.
The sight was devastated, all the cities were in ruins, and not a single living thing could be seen. It was just this cold winter that was destroying the heritage of all civilizations.
The haze of nuclear winter completely subsided, turning into endless waves of ice, snow and ash.
The already weak Violet.
After all the magic power was exhausted, it could no longer support this doomsday journey. The abyss was still expanding, far more powerful than ever before, swallowing up all will even though it was thousands of miles away.
It seemed that she did not want Colin to see the scene of her death.
When Colin returned from searching for supplies, it was already too late.
It's a pity that she descended from the starry sky.
There was no place to bury her in this world, so she turned into a point of light and was annihilated into nothingness.
And she didn't have any last words.
As cool as if she had never passed away.
In the ice and snow.
The crippled Colin walked towards his final destination on foot, limping with one foot and leaving strange traces in the snow.
He walked without seeing any living thing, across wilderness and ruins, through glaciers and the shadows of pine trees.
He listened tremblingly to every falling branch, and the echo of the guillotine was not so dull.
His spirit is like a dangerous building.
Gradually it became unable to withstand the tireless blows of the heavy battering ram.
The silver frost thread had passed through his skull and penetrated into his brain.
It was as if someone was nailing his coffin in an extremely hurry.
The mysterious noise was like a funeral.
The extreme pain caused by the erosion and the exhausted body made Colin groan like a living dead while walking in the cold winter.
The soul seemed to be passing by with this breath, and the cold swept through every inch of the skin of the body and penetrated into the bone marrow.
He moves around with a crippled limp like a zombie, weird and comical.
The scene of the surrounding Liberty City ruins is no longer as familiar as it used to be. This cruel and absurd game is like a hearse of dreams. After passing through this carnival, you will feel the reflection of happiness or despair in hell.
finally.
He came to the ruins of the old sanatorium on Staten Island, reached the darkroom through the secret stairs, and pushed open the rusty gate.
As the door opened in this gloomy and terrifying room, the wind blowing in made the body hanging on the beam sway back and forth.
Irina has hanged herself to death.
Maybe she didn't want to change that monster.
The room was unusually neat, without any mess or useless documents. It was disturbingly empty, so empty that the envelope on the desk stood out.
Colin, who was already frozen, walked over very sluggishly and read clearly on it.
[To Agent Colin from Section 11]
He opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the contents inside.
【When you read this letter, I will be dead.】
【I just hope you can do what you promised me.】
【Let everyone die worthy.】
【Finally, please forgive my selfishness.】
【I was planning to take this secret to my grave.】
【It's just that I'm too weak.】
【I am not as strong as your wife.】
[Although she has told me not to tell you the truth.]
【However, I am a person who lacks cruelty.】
[It would be unfair to her if her efforts are not known to you.]
[She knows how important you are and what role you play in this cruel game.]
[Hibernation therapy has never existed.]
[She was worried that your regret about the past would interfere with your judgment, so she made up such a lie. 】
[Besides, Ingrid has never hated you.]
【From beginning to end.】
【She is a very gentle person.】
【When she is about to be swallowed by the abyss.】
[I chose to find a place outside to settle myself without being seen by anyone.]
【I just think it's unfair to her.】
【Sorry, Colin, sorry.】
【Feel sorry……】
Colin limped and left here, and what he saw was the infinite loneliness and desolate ruins of the city.
around these ruins.
Colin crawled to the ground like a madman.
Like a dirty and useless beggar digging up all the snow on the ground.
But this is the cold winter intertwined with wind, frost and ashes.
He can't.
Dig up all the frozen soil in the ruins of this city.
finally.
Colin through and through.
Fallen by this abyss.
He was like a dead soul, wandering in the ruins of the city, aimlessly, without any direction, not knowing where he was going.
Just wandering.
Gradually, the vision in his other eye began to become blurry.
at last.
He opened the door of a tavern.
A strong flame burned in the fireplace, which made the tired traveler feel extremely comfortable, and the place was filled with laughter and laughter.
And each piece of life that has passed away with kind eyes.
Even Gray, who always had a poker face, couldn't help laughing under Eugene's jokes.
Liszt watched the lottery program on TV, as if he was calculating something.
Seka and Mei looked at each other with an ambiguous atmosphere.
And every familiar face was singing happily because they were drunk.
Colin didn't care.
Because he never really belonged...
Eleven subjects.
I have an extremely weak relationship with almost everyone here.
Not only that.
He never seems to belong anywhere.
I just mind my own business and got very drunk at the bar. Finally I stood up unsteadily and walked towards the back door of the pub.
"Are you leaving?"
Liszt found that the number he calculated did not win the prize, and asked Colin calmly.
Colin just nodded.
"That's fine."
"A new question."
"It turns into a problem that has been solved."
Liszt said something of unknown meaning.
Colin didn't pay attention.
Pushing past the tavern, we came to an extremely dilapidated alley.
The surging drunkenness swept over his mind. Even if he held on to the wall, he could not stand up and stumbled after taking a few steps.
Fell down in the snow.
His last gaze looked at the gray sky filled with countless snowflakes.
suddenly.
As if he noticed something.
He has seen this scene before.
The surrounding scenes and the scenes in my memory slowly overlapped in a trance, and they were completely consistent.
"Is this so..."
"It turned out to be like this..."
Regret and despair poured like poison into his soul.
It's too cold.
Colin was completely frozen and let out a hoarse groan.
But gradually, the surging tiredness smoothed away all the pain and completely engulfed Colin.
at last.
Colin froze to death in the back alley of this dilapidated, neglected tavern.
The wind and snow are howling, and the ocean is cold.
In the theater stage.
Sometimes people see, in this place heated by loud music, a fairy lighting up a miraculous dawn in the sky of hell.
Sometimes people see a life composed only of light, gold and gauze knocking down the huge abyss.
Just like these plays.
Everyone's heart, the heart where ecstasy has never come, is just a theater.
People are there forever, forever waiting in vain.
