...she's approaching exactly 40 days since her untimely death. 11:35 pm of October 4, 2018. The exact day and time of her death. It all comes back to haunt me once more. The heart that stopped beating. The head that cracked open. The blood that filled the streets. The life that was lost. The anguish I suffered. Naturally, my instinct is to... “Please... save... me...” “Hold on, Lianna! I can't lose you... not like this!” The glitching gets worse and worse. I have to take action, fast! After I deactivate both virtual watching panels... I stand up from my current sitting position, guide her body to that position, face her and her currently deplorable situation, and... ...give her a simple warm hug. This way, I can supply her with the energy she needs for her soul to hold on

