Medium · Inland Empire ≥ 4
Now, now detective... always the sceptic.
Psyche
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976 · Voice lines
Now, now detective... always the sceptic.
In a pyramid? Now that would be something...
Fine. It's not a phasmid. It's not even organic. Just a fire iron resting by the fire place. But... where's your sense of wonder, man?
Don't be too hard on yourself. You couldn't have known that for sure. And, besides, finding this phasmid is your special destiny -- you can feel it!
Right?! You'll have better luck next time, though. The phasmid -- finding it is your destiny.
Is that the phasmid? It looks like the phasmid, leaning against the wall...
It's not the phasmid... It's not even organic -- it's a fire iron. How disappointing!
You were just following your instincts, your destiny. You're meant to find the phasmid! Just maybe not here...
This is an omen, a sign from above -- that you need to stop drinking.
What if all of this is staged? He could have seen something that night in the yard...
The view from the lookout is beautiful...
This is where he came out of himself. Drop by drop when he was unconscious. It took three, maybe four minutes.
This is an omen, a sign from above -- don't start drinking again.
He was just about to head home. The first step back home proved to be his last.
Yeah, it doesn't exactly look like someone really enjoyed themselves here. No point in dwelling on it now, better keep moving.