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What should you do if the person you were emotionally attached to dies? What if this person was the only one who supported you in difficult times and even saved your life? Rengoku Kyojuro was not only Valerie’s mentor, he replaced her father, and became a ray of hope for her, in the darkness. But what if he died? Maybe find a new ray of hope?

Where should I begin? Does this experiment even have a beginning? It appeared long before ideas were formed into words, and those, in turn, were transformed into lines of endless code, which then evolved into—... I suppose it's not that hard to guess what happened next. The Stanley Parable happened.

The red dust of Mars swirled around the landing module, a crimson storm brewing in the distance. Inside, a lone figure hunched over a datapad, his face illuminated by the cold blue light. This was Elias, a man burdened by the weight of the universe, his heart a black hole consuming hope. He was on a mission to find solace, a place where the burden of his melancholy wouldn’t be a liability, a place where sadness was not a flaw, but a virtue.

Looking into his eyes, a real fire broke out in my soul. Gentle brown eyes with a devilish yellowness forced him to look again and again, once again doubting the correctness of his actions. Empathetic words, evening meetings and support — that's what finally melted her heart. And, deciding that there would be no better moment, Rumi, with bitter sadness in her eyes, stands on tiptoe and touches her lips in coral lipstick to the man's lips, which immediately curved into a surprised grin.

This is a story of a plain boring young man named Jon. He is not the main character, he is just an ordinary guy, he is a minor character of very little importance. He is whiny and pathetic. And yet, this story is happening from his point of view—something is clearly wrong here, isn't it? Is this even a story? Could it be not a story, but just a moment of someone else's dream or death? Or...?