Hello to all! Before we begin a few disclaimers (aside that I don't own either the setting, the characters, etc).
While it could be argued that this will be a "retelling" of Last Specter (or Spectre's Call), it is not quite the same story. As much as I love and adore the whimsical way the game ended, that ending will not be this story's. It will start loyal to the game, but it will go on a tangent of its own. It might hit some plot points, but otherwise those uninitiated to the game should not be spoiled severely. Call it an "Alternative Universe", if you will. The kind of universe in which the supernatural elements are real. Some other things (such as characterizations) will added on or adjusted to fit the story. All the characters from Last Specter (or as many as I can juggle) will be here, as well as the locations. I'll use the names and terminology used in the United States localization. That is all.
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Prologue- Predictions and Promises
"Luke? What's the matter? Aren't you hungry?" Clark Triton rapped the bedroom door and waited for any sign of life from his son.
"…I'm fine, father." A weak and unsurprisingly despondent voice came from the inside.
Clark knew that his son, though not strictly lying, was not quite telling the truth. Luke had always been an earnest boy, but now… it was hard to tell. While he had been as clear to read as a morning newspaper before, now he was nothing but few and cryptic words that were nothing short of inscrutable. It was so confusing that Clark Triton was no longer sure whether what Luke said was the entire truth or some sort of riddle.
"You haven't stepped out of the house in months. Now, you are going to shut yourself further inside, in your room?" Clark insisted.
"…"The boy didn't answer.
Luke's slow yet certain withdrawal had not gone unnoticed. Clark's duties as the mayor, the happenings at the village, what happened to his wife and now Luke's apathy… there was too much going on, even for the man who had been able to handle being Dr Shader's understudy without breaking a sweat despite said professor being known as 'the loony professor that overworks his charges'. But well: Luke had no idea about that past. Clark hadn't thought about being an archeologist in the last year or so. And for all the problems the father had, he knew that it wouldn't be fair to blame the boy. Surely he also had a lot on his mind, too.
"Son?" Clark pressed his ear against the door, but he couldn't hear a thing. "Luke please, say something! Anything!"
A sigh. Then silence.
But before the father could give up and leave, Luke's voice drifted from the other side of the door.
"…'The specter will destroy all in its path, creating its own paradise.'" Luke recited. "Tonight. East district."
Clark groaned and rested his head on the door. Another prediction. The father knew not, if the knowledge of when and where the specter would appear was slowly driving Luke insane of if he needed to avoid as much human contact as was possible to make the predictions. It was true that Luke's predictions became more sophisticated and precise with each attack and the more he kept to himself…
"Master Luke will not be coming for supper?" An old man with glasses, the butler of the house, asked as he approached the father.
"No…please make sure that you bring him his food later, Doland."
Making no mention of the prediction his son just told him, the man of the house turned to leave for the dining room.
"He said 'East District', am I right?" Doland asked to his master's back.
"…"Clark stopped on his tracks, but didn't turn around. "…I'll do it. You see that he eats something."
Without waiting for a reply, Clark Triton walked away.