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While Mia seemed to, as usual, be undeterred by whatever events befall her, there was a stronger bond between the pair anyway, one that was perhaps similar yet distinct from the late, real Mia. That surge of defiant power Dave had felt against the hazy zealots resonated in both of them. And as...

Mia turned around. Little bits of her old core floated around her, but those, too, were dissolving until nothing was left. She pointed down the road again--where she had originally pointed. "There's an opening in the..." She trailed off again. The lights flickered, red to green, and then...

Mia was frowning. Her face was never that expressive, but she at least knew how to express confusion and disappointment, one way or another. And while she did not resist Dave's hold, she did say, "I thought you said therapy would fix your brain. Are you going to them?" A pause. "Why are you...

That horrible smile was still etched in the thing's face even as it crashed into the ground. Shadowy wisps slammed against his body as he was destroyed, until nothing but that gaze remained, lingering in that hazy air, before that, too, was gone. But that feeling didn't leave Dave. The Shadows...

Bullets whipped past Dave's ears and over his head; one shot him in the back of his leg, but Mia only briefly stopped to tell him to keep running. The churchgoers weren't chasing them. "We're leaving," Mia said, pointing at the road. They'd made it to the sidewalk, a trail of blood marking a...

Mia agreed and ran past the humans and out of the main chamber room. The humans looked like they were about to fire, but then Dave's snarls--his attack on the human--made everyone suddenly pause and shudder. "Wh-what the fuck is wrong with these... abominations?!" The one that Dave attacked...

Mia stared at Dave, unblinking as always--she didn't really have eyelids. But Dave would know that stare. Contemplative, in that calculating way. Weighing options, somewhere between utilitarian and a computer. But perhaps, and it was a very shaky perhaps, there was something more to it that led...

BANG! An ethereal clang meant the Protect did their job. It pinged against a nearby wall, leaving a small mark, but several more bullets followed, every single one bouncing off of the barriers before destroying them completely. "What... How did he do that?!" one of the shadows said. "It's...

But there was something strange about this presumed illusion. Soda's illusions had a certain flair to them, a certain tell when someone was familiar with his antics. Dave, by now, would know what Soda's illusions were like--and even if he was so twisted by his own lunacy, would they be this...

Dave awoke to a gray-blue sky in a gloomy city. Cars with no passengers drove by on the concrete roads and a horn sounded from far away. Despite this, Dave wasn't able to see much further out behind him than a few tens of meters. Instead, the way to go was forward, onto the property of a large...