Horror Game Developer: My games aren't that scary!
Chapter Summary
This will, as a result, cause you to resent me, and you’ll probably eventually tell me to stop and pay more attention to you and our daughter. The woman who sacrificed five years of her life raising a child and helping you pursue your dream for music, even though you make no money, and all your shows are empty? " He turned his head slowly, eyes drawn to the narrow gap in the curtain, just wide enough to catch a glimpse of the bright lights spilling over the band as they played.
Chapter 291: Anamnesis [2][Inetermediate Node : Anamnesis] Upon touching an anomaly, the user glimpses fragments of their forgotten past.
The deeper the connection to the past, the greater their power.
‖—[10%]—————‖ "I’m sorry, but I don’t think this will work out.
" "...
Huh?
" The woman’s face slowly crumpled.
"I’ve thought about it a lot.
I want to focus my entire attention on music.
As a result, I won’t be able to spend as much time with you.
This will, as a result, cause you to resent me, and you’ll probably eventually tell me to stop and pay more attention to you and our daughter.
You know I can’t do that, and I can already see that we’re starting to hate each other.
It’s best to stop it before it becomes too toxic for our daughter.
" The silence that ensued shortly after felt like it dragged on for hours.
The woman just stared at the man before her.
Eventually, words left her lips.
"Wha...
What?
What are you...
saying?
" "I want to be perfect.
" "But you—" "Not to you.
" The man cut the woman off, his eyes flickering with something between desire and obsession.
"I want my music to be perfect.
" The woman took a deep breath, trying her best to maintain her composure.
But it quickly crumbled a few moments later.
"You want to make your music perfect, but in order to do that, you have to abandon your own family?
The woman who sacrificed five years of her life raising a child and helping you pursue your dream for music, even though you make no money, and all your shows are empty?
Are you saying that I’m the problem?
" The man didn’t even hesitate.
"Yes, that’s exactly it.
" "...
You’re a monster.
" ‖——[30%]————‖ "I am here for a reason.
" A reflection stared.
Wet hair stuck to the forehead as the water ran in the sink.
His complexion was pale.
His cheeks were sunken.
...
And his frame was thin.
"I gave up everything, my wife, my daughter, a thriving career, even my health.
But if fading into memory is the price of being remembered, then so be it.
I’d rather be broken and remembered than whole and forgotten.
" The man slowly turned around, stumbling out of the bathroom.
A muffled tune echoed as he stepped out.
It was soft, melodic, and strangely comforting.
".....
" He turned his head slowly, eyes drawn to the narrow gap in the curtain, just wide enough to catch a glimpse of the bright lights spilling over the band as they played.
The music carried on for the next minute before stopping.
Clap!
Clap!
Clap!
A thunderous round of applause ensued.
It was extremely loud.
So loud that for a moment, he almost couldn’t hear a thing.
But amidst the applause, his gaze remained fixed on the band playing.
He shook his head soon after.
Not good enough.
"Hey!
" A voice suddenly called out for him.
A large man pointed at a box on the ground.
"Stop slacking!
Carry this away!
" ‖———[60%]———‖ "What do I have besides music?
" A voice echoed within the confines of a small room.
A man and a piano.
Pieces of paper were scattered throughout.
"I’ve already given up my life.
My wife.
My daughter.
My happiness.
My everything.
What is my worth now that I’ve thrown it all away?
" The voice continued to whisper in the air as the man stared at his own reflection within the piano.
Sweat dripped to the floor as the keys stained red beneath his trembling fingers.
Through his heavily rising chest, the man continued to stare at his own reflection.
"Have I thrown it all away?
" Slowly, his head began to turn.
His gaze eventually fell on one of the papers on the ground.