Love is a distant aroma at best,
A withering smile that's stuck deep in your vest,
At night air it wraps its fingers around,
Your body it shakes from the now distant sound,
Of the sound of her voice,
A sweet symphony, played over and over
Until you are free.
I get in character when I play video games. I mean, really, really in character. So I'm not kidding at all when I say I will--and have!--level entire armies for this child. One of my strongest memories of this game is gripping the doorknob in my hands, dark vision on, seeing the figure beyond the door with her head on her knees, and praying--praying--that it was Emily.
After every subsequent mission, I would speak to no one until I had visited with Emily, threatened Piero with death most foul if I caught him peeping on her, and collected the sleep darts people seemed to throw at me.
I really don't want to do a high chaos playthrough. But I love this game so much.
No, I don't know where his mask went! I forgot to draw it and I dun wanna.
Edit: After submitting this, I was thinking that the colors were too dark and it was just one giant blob of dark. So I changed things around to show the lineart more.