Even after Veronica pushes you out through the tall window, you refuse to abandon what is also rightfully your battle.
Eileena, who has been unconscious in your arms, slowly opens her eyes.
[player name]...
You survey your surroundings. Night has yet to fade, and the mist before dawn still drifts around you.
You remove your coat and drape it over Eileena's shoulders.
...I want to help too.
Eileena, barely conscious, struggles to sit up, but you gently press her back down with a hand on her shoulder.
Do everything you can to help the detective while keeping yourself safe...
She recites the old promise between the two of you, her voice growing quieter.
You turn and walk resolutely toward the swirling danger, never looking back.
This is not the end yet. The prophecy of the "Bloodthirsty Siren" will not come to pass like this.
The bizarre feast has reached its most fervent peak, and every "attendee" has become completely lost in its sinister atmosphere.
Only one steadfast figure remains, still fighting back with every ounce of her will.
You move to her side and kneel before the resolute figure, grasping her wrist tightly to anchor her sanity with your connection.
Then you raise your gun and take aim at the evil before you.
The bullet fires, piercing through countless flowing shadows and striking a discordant note in this bizarre banquet.
But the countless shadows surge back like a tide, engulfing your body in revenge.
A cold, slimy sensation instantly spreads across your entire body.
Within the formless, substanceless shadows, you can hear countless clamorous voices.
Not the chatter of monsters, not the whispers of the Archdevil.
Rather, you hear countless voices from the past—voices of hope that once lived and breathed.
Those are the voices of people who once lived in this town. Now, only faint echoes of them remain.
We'll all be trapped and die in this fog if this keeps up.
I really want to just charge right out... There's got to be a way if we can break through the Mist, right?
Stop with the speculation. We should stay put... At least we have Sheriff Veronica here to protect us.
She patrols through the fog every day. Whatever else happens, at least I can sleep at night without worrying about monsters crawling through my windows...
I really don't know if this strange fog is... some kind of divine punishment or something.
But I haven't done anything wrong! This isn't fair... it's just not fair at all!
I heard the House of Peace is a place where people can go to pray to the divine for the Mist to lift soon...
The gas lamp at the entrance of the House of Peace flickers through the haze, casting reassuring light and strength into the darkness.
More people enter the House of Peace day after day.
Within the terrifying Mist, people find comfort in each other and soothing words. All of this becomes the most concrete refuge within the formless fog.
And one man comes here every day, smiling as he offers hope that the people can hold onto.
This Mist is merely a test given to us and this town.
Through my own devotion, I have carried all of your prayers to the divine, and the divine has answered.
We have been asked to join together with our most sincere prayers to welcome the arrival of our true guardian.
This guardian moves through the Mist, wings spread, sheltering all.
But you must offer something in return.
The Mist continues to flow, but the voices of those within the House of Peace have lost all their vitality.
As if some alien, malevolent force is speaking through their mouths, they utter words that blur the line between truth and lies.
I heard there was another incident today...
Someone else has been completely drained of blood.
This is the price we must pay...
As long as we can bring the Bloodthirsty Siren here to protect us, we ought to pay the price...
It doesn't matter if I'm the next one...
The lives that once belonged to those townsfolk slowly fade away in the House of Peace.
The life force within those bodies, once made of flesh and blood, ebbs away bit by bit.
In the end, what animates the bodies of these "people" is nothing but a swarm of rats.
No trace of free will remains among these walking corpses.
Those cacophonous voices gradually fade away once more.
You feel the shadows wrapping around your body growing ever colder, as if you are gradually becoming part of the feast.
Very good. Embrace your destiny, Bloodthirsty Siren.
Your prey lies before you.
The townsfolk with vacant eyes step forward in unison, dropping to their knees in prostration...
...Awaiting the arrival of the miracle they have so fervently prayed for.
Siren... protects... us...
We... have waited... for the Siren... for far too long...
Kill this person... Kill...
Drain this person's... blood...
Even as your mind struggles against the agonizing shadows, you fight to steady yourself and grip Veronica's shoulders firmly.
Hearing your words, she smiles with unwavering resolve.
Looking into her eyes so closely, you read everything in an instant—determination, resolve, and absolute conviction.
No, I've made my choice.
Even if this disappoints you, I've still... made my decision.
She leans down and holds you tightly in her arms.
Her words carry weight and power, each syllable reaching your ears with perfect clarity.
But... never at the cost of you.
No one can make me submit... not even the damned "divine."
They've been weaving their damned schemes, trying to make me weak, make me give up, until I finally become the monster they want.
Heh... All those lies and deaths are nothing but a ploy to break me down and make me submit.
But they're wrong! I will never bow down to anything!
If they want to witness the arrival of the Siren, I'll show them what the Siren truly looks like!
I embrace it! I embrace this destiny!
I am the true Siren!
She lowers her head and sinks her teeth into your neck.
Like the true Bloodthirsty Siren, she unleashes all her power.
But what she devours isn't the warm blood and life within you, but every last shadow enveloping you.
...!
The devoured shadows burn in her throat like wildfire.
You can feel her body, so close to yours, struggling desperately to bear the endless agony.
The shadows surge through her body, seemingly trying to corrupt her steadfast will and make her another servant of this evil power, but she fights back with every fiber of her being.
Sensing her resolve, the shadows within her grow even more vicious, relentlessly trying to force her into submission.
They tear her flesh apart, and blood streams down her body, yet she still refuses to yield.
Is that... all you've got?!
Driven by her will, the shadows she has devoured gradually coalesce into wings upon her back.
It's time... to put an end to all of this!
