Disclaimer: I do not own Fatal Frame/Project Zero. These characters do not belong to me.
The story is set at the end of the game, if you haven't played the game, then sorry! It's going to be quite confusing.
The piercing wind dove through the harsh night and forced Mio to struggle against its force. As she dragged herself back to the Osaka house trying to remind herself of how this tale of never ending night and fear began. She approached the chipped oak door and stood in front of it. It was colder now, now she is alone, and knows there is no one to help her. Itsuki's now gone, and in reality he was never there. He was just a figment of her mind submitting twisted thoughts and playing games. All Mio could see was the one single moonlit tear that ran down Mayu's face during the... No. She couldn't think about. It was too much. She slid the door to her right and felt the splinters dig in. She entered the sunken fireplace hovel that binded the halls and rooms. The ran through to the room where she found the camera. She slid open the door. She stepped inside and felt unclean as the dirt ingrown in the carpet was visibly clinging to her shoes. She stepped by the table where the camera once lay. She clung to the Obscura. She was trying to find any sign, any hope, any memory that could help her escape. She found none of these. She turned towards the door as she reached for the exit she heard a drop of a light metal onto the cold wooden table.
"...How" Mio gasped as she stared in shock at the item. She ran to the table and grasped it. She stared at it and felt herself begin to weep. It was Mayu's hair pin. Mayu never wore it but she kept it with her at all times. The Camera's filament began to glow. Mio's eyes widened. She felt a surge of cold blood fill her veins as she inhaled fearfully. She stepped as she turned slowly expecting the worst. There was no one there. Mio sighed relief. She clutched the hair piece feeling something good had come of the return to the Osaka house.
The hair pin was a heirloom of the Amakura twins. It belonged to their great Grand-Mother. It was passed down, but after Mayu's accident Mio decided Mayu should keep it. Mio ran to the bottom of the stair case. She decided to try and get some rest before she left. She was exhausted. She couldn't drag her legs any further. She slowly clambered up the staircase, gradually taking a stair at a time. She panted as even the slightest movement ached her legs. She rested when suddenly the frail wooden stair gave way. Mio screamed as she fell sideways into the bamboo wall. She felt warm blood ooze from her nostrils as she lay motionless at the bottom of the stairs.