"This is madness!" I exclaim.

"No," Catharis chuckles, his hand clinging to his mask as his laugher echos into the dark air, "this is catharis. As with tradition, I guess I'll explain in song."

I hear an upbeat pop song being in the background as Catharis grabs a microphone, creating it from ink, and smiles. He begins to sing.

"I can't help it if I kill a few.
I mean what's wrong with it?
Erase the world that I have created.
When I attack, they struggle, but the pain ends.

I got a couple of allies that I'm gonna call up.
Stopping the pain is my sole objective.
When I fight, they die. This world shall see desturction.
See...

Who really needs friends?
When I can just kill this world?
So many to kill, so little time.
Can you blame me for numbing the pain?

Sweet catharis.

Sweet catharis.

Did you forget that I'm a writer?
I can destory what I have created.
I may not be able to save my friends.
But soon I'll numb it, with this world burning.

Did you forget that I'm a writer?
I can destory what I have created.
I may not be able to save my friends.
But soon I'll numb it, with this world burning."

Catharis ends the song. "Tell me Fando," he asks, "you want the truth?"

"That's my mission," I reply.

"You don't want the truth," Catharis sighs, "trust me. It's to much. The truth will break you like it's broken me. I didn't ask for the truth, but you are. Turn back, please. It doesn't have to end like this. Just turn around, and walk away."

Catharis removes his mask. The Author offers me a pleading look as he looks me dead in the eye, I see true concern in his.

"Stop chasing the truth," he begs...

Choice: I'm trying to help you.

Choice: I must know.

Choice: I'm sorry...