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]

He lets out a shuddering breath.

"Probably best that you found out this way. Spared you the... the melodrama. I suppose."

[sangwhine]

[He shrugs]

Still rather dramatic. So what now?

[peccatore]

"I... I don't know. I don't know what happens now that you've..."

His eyes linger on his parents' bodies. His chest hurts.

... Then a thought comes to mind, and it doesn't feel as terrible as he expects it to, and in a moment of... something he's afraid to name, he offers:

"Would you like to kill another one?"

[sangwhine]

Oh, gladly.

[He stalks off in that direction, blade at the ready]