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Liechtenstein
Outdoors
Necrologist: "Stripped of their grand words, the steadfast soldier finally raised his hands in surrender."
Necrologist: "The ordinary sailor never escaped the shadow of a sinking ship, even after memory failed him."
Necrologist: "In war, everyone becomes a number. A forever-silent tombstone."
In front of the Fleck Tombstone Museum.
Postman: "New package, Fleck family."
Necrologist: "Thank you, Mark."
Postman: "Honestly, I don't even want to know what's inside these packages."
Postman: "... But didn't you announce you were closing down?"
Necrologist: "Not permanently."
Necrologist: "I only needed time to think ..."
Necrologist: "These tombstones, these lingering souls ... I once treated them as vessels for the regrets of the dead, as ghosts tainted with strangeness and impurity ..." But perhaps the truth is not so simple.
Postman: "Y-You don't mean those tombstones, do you?!"
Postman: "You mean I've been carrying those things all this time ...?!"
Before the mistress can reply, the postman bolts, fleeing this uncanny place without another word.
— The story takes a different turn due to your choice —
Necrologist: "Mueller and Smith stood opposed from beginning to end ..."
Necrologist: "I couldn't reconcile them, nor even grant either man his final wish."
Necrologist: "They learned the truth but sank into even greater regret, bound to eternal sleep."
Necrologist: "Should I really say that their spirits are gone? Were they ever truly there?"
Necrologist: "As tombstones, they could no longer act ..."
Necrologist: "Perhaps ..."
Necrologist: "Perhaps there is something I can do for them, for those swept up in this war, pulled forward unwillingly by its momentum."
She opens the heavy doors and gazes gently upon the tombstones within.
Necrologist: "What is the true meaning of this museum? To remember the regrets of the dead? Or to hold hope for the living?"
The small insights discovered along the way bring her closer to the answers she seeks.
Necrologist: "Even so, I will always honor their final wishes, watching over and protecting each forgotten tombstone."
Necrologist: "I couldn't reconcile them, nor even grant either man his final wish."
Necrologist: "They learned the truth but sank into even greater regret, bound to eternal sleep."
Necrologist: "Should I really say that their spirits are gone? Were they ever truly there?"
Necrologist: "As tombstones, they could no longer act ..."
Necrologist: "Perhaps ..."
Necrologist: "Perhaps there is something I can do for them, for those swept up in this war, pulled forward unwillingly by its momentum."
She opens the heavy doors and gazes gently upon the tombstones within.
Necrologist: "What is the true meaning of this museum? To remember the regrets of the dead? Or to hold hope for the living?"
The small insights discovered along the way bring her closer to the answers she seeks.
Necrologist: "Even so, I will always honor their final wishes, watching over and protecting each forgotten tombstone."