Roadscape Odyssey III: Crossed Paths (on hold.)

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There’s no escape.

I thought I could outrun it. The memories. The things I’ve seen. The things I’ve done.

But every road I take just leads me back here. Back to the place where it all began. It’s like I’m trapped in this loop, haunted by echoes of things that should’ve been left behind. I close my eyes, and it’s still there. I open them, and nothing changes.

Everything feels wrong, like the world’s watching me, waiting for me to break. I hear COMMA’s voice. Always in my head, like it knows me better than I know myself. Taunting me, reminding me of the things I can’t forget. The things I wish I’d never done.

I used to believe there was hope. That I could get away, that there was a path forward. But now? Now I’m not sure. It feels like I’ve lost control of everything. Even my own thoughts aren’t mine anymore.

How long has it been like this? Days? Weeks? Years? I can’t tell anymore. Everything’s blurred together. The faces I’ve met, the things I’ve fought—they don’t feel real. Nothing feels real.

And maybe that’s the worst part. I don’t know what’s real anymore. Not even me.

I’m tired. So, so tired. Maybe COMMA’s right. Maybe there’s no point in running anymore. Maybe this is just how it ends… being reminded of every wrong turn, every failed escape. Every bit of pain I’ve been forced to live through.

It’s too late.

I think I’ve always known that.

System Requirements:

• Operating System: Windows XP or later
• Processor: 1 GHz or faster
• Memory: 512 MB RAM minimum
• Graphics: DirectX 9 compatible graphics card
• Storage: Approximately 100 MB of free space