Marco's Heart

[peccatore]

You find yourself in a bright white, circular room. It's nearly empty; too bare, almost clinically so. But the bareness of it means that what is visible here stands out:

A podium in the center, where a familiar figure sits, head buried in his hands. Three paths running from the podium to three different spots near the edges of the room - not corners; circles don't have corners - where three doors leading seemingly nowhere stand with no regard for their complete lack of structural support.

It doesn't take you long to figure out where you are, does it? You only have to decide where to start.

Comments

[peccatore]

"... You'll be kind if I tell you, won't you?"

Marco seems to consider this for a moment.

"I can't imagine... but no. I can't risk that. You should hear it from someone else."

[rescentful]

Marco...

[sighs softly]

I'm going to go see if I can find some way to help, then.

[he'll approach the door at the "bottom" of the room]

[peccatore]

"W-Wait--"

A girl awaits you there. Though she can't be heard from here, she hopes you make the right choice.

[rescentful]

[he actually turns back immediately when Marco says wait]

...okay?

[peccatore]

He seems surprised, but -

"You... You won't learn anything of value there."

That said, Marco appears to be making no actual effort to stop you.

[rescentful]

Where do you think I should start, then?

[peccatore]

Slowly, hesitantly, he points to a door.

"It... starts there, but..."

Then another.

"The... The point is there. What you're looking for."

[rescentful]

...alright, Marco.