In a room filled with suffocating darkness, the terrible memories and guilt of that day tighten around your throat, making it hard to even breathe.

Suddenly, the temperature in the room drops chillingly, and a bleak scent of burnt ashes mixed with the smell of blood hits your nose. When you look up, there stands Angelica, her beautiful living form nowhere to be seen, replaced by a black, warped, and distorted figure looking down at you. Within her collapsed face, only her blue eyes shine eerily with madness.