The characters from the game belong to Capcom. The OC's and story background belong to me.
Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

A/N: I'm not English native speaker, so you might find some typos or grammar mistakes, I do apologize for that.

Peasant Village Harbor Cafe

Angelina and George were sitting at the café after checking on the boat George had. It had been a long while since they sailed on it, so George had the idea of selling it as he no longer used it and instead of leaving it to get deteriorated, he thought was better to sell it, so Angelina offered him the support and would give him a help with the cleaning. They left Olivia with his mother as she was still too young to let them do all the work they had to and would demand too much attention.

Then after cleaning for the that day, they were at the café they talking and admiring the landscape.

"I wish I had more time to sail instead of selling my beloved boat…it's one of the things I miss about the Lake House"

"I understand and I agree with you. Even though we didn't enjoy it propely for a short while, there are so many good memories when we sailed the lake and the river of Bohma, and didn't depend on this harbor to keep the boat like now"

"Yeah. I admit there was quality of life living there, we didn't really depend on the city to eat, to have fun, to enjoy a simpler but healthier life despite the heavy history it carried, especially with so many buried people on that land"

"A haunted land…" Angelina made a joke out of the situation

"Yeah!"

"I've never been scared of that, but knowing the story of the land gives me second thoughts about its beauty" she confessed

"Second thoughts?"

"Yes."

"As in?"

"For example, the first time I went there I was mesmerized by the nature even though I sensed something else. The crystal green waters of the lake where you can see the depth, that at the same time is so tricky. You can't see how deep it is. Then I learned people died in those waters and their bodies were buried in that same land! It's bizarre! Then the more I learned about the people that lived there, the more my first impressions changed about the land. It's certainly beautiful and provides some independency and quality of life in terms of a healthy life, but it carries such a sad atmosphere, and I sensed that the very first time I stepped there and I didn't even know the details."

"I remember you saying you felt home"

"I did feel home and I still feel it about Bohma in a whole, but there are times that there is too much…too many history, too many details, too many sensations, too many thoughts…"

"You searched for that"

"I know! I'm not complaining, actually I've passed through that. I'm done with all the shit I learned, now all I want is to live one day at a time and enjoy every minute and every opportunity I get to live new things."

"I'm glad to hear that. I got really worried about you."

"I'm sorry for that, but I'm so privileged for having your support throughout the whole process even when I didn't deserve it. I hurt you and I wasn't the best mother for Olivia during that time…"

"Forget about it. I've forgiven you and Olivia is too young to remember your neglecting days. You have overcome it and made it up for her, that's what really matters. I'm proud of you! I don't know what would have been if I had lost you during your depression times"

Angelina smiled with a nod, consenting with his words. The dark days were gone and now she was a restored woman. She was bonding maternally with Olivia. She had a great friendly bond with George. And more importantly she was bonding with herself for the best.

As they talked, they heard the news about the sudden dense fog surrounding parts of Bohma, especially the main harbor which was making the ships alter their routes to dock at the harbor of the Peasant Village Province.

"Sudden fog?" Angelina repeated with a thoughtful expression

"The climate is really getting crazy lately. I hope the people worldwide notice that things can't continue this way anymore or we won't have a future in this planet"

Angelina nodded in agreement.

Southwest Bohma

After departing from Efret, Chris embarked at the ship named "Destiny". The small embarkation served for small trips from Edonia to Bohma or surrounding countries, usually for people who couldn't afford plane or ground transport as they were faster than boats, but for Chris embarking on that cheap transportation meant a less rigid code of verification of identities – his fake identity of Christian Reed, and that was always a big concern for him as days went by and he regained more of his memory, some still very confusing though.

He was standing at the parapet of the bow of the ship, alone, while he took sips of whiskey from the small whiskey bottle he took with him for the trip and smoking cigarettes. Alcohol made him feel "better", at least that was what he wanted to believe. He drank to numb the bad memories.

He noticed the bad weather forming and heard the commander saying something about changing the dock route which would prolong a bit the trip.
He didn't care as long as he managed to arrive in Bohma, unnoticed. He even let his beard grow long, and wore sunglasses and a hat.

He was enjoying the gray weather and noticed the ship slowing the speed. If the fog grew any thicker, probably the ship would have to stop until the visibility was restored.

He continued drinking his whiskey and blowing the smoke, as some other passengers who were at the deck headed inside the boat, for exception of an old woman wearing a long gray cloak with hood and sandals, who walked at the deck in Chris' direction.

"Are you enjoying the weather of your destiny?"

Chris looked to the side frowning irritated by the disturbance of the old woman, "Ask someone else for alms"

"Or running away from your destiny?" she continued staring at him with a serious expression as she played with a seemly mala necklace

"Go to hell!" he grunted turning around

As if in a pass of magic, the woman appeared right in front of him, which made him almost bump onto her and let his bottle fall on the ground. He kneeled to take it, but she stepped onto it, which angered him.

"I'm not scared of monsters! They get me really pissed, actually" he spoke as he stood up

"Though you're scared of your destiny!"

"You don't want me to do this…" he threatened her

"Do what? Beat an old lady or beat your destiny?" she replied with nearly a mock

He frowned very irritated and passed by her to push her, but at the moment he thought he touched her, he actually passed through her, which made him lose his balance and look back at her intrigued.

Maybe he was too drunk. Maybe it was the boat.

He looked at her hands and the mala necklace she played and let it fall in front of him. The noise disturbed his hearing, for some reason he thought he heard a bell ringing very loud, and somehow, the necklace he wore fell into the circle formed by the mala necklace.

He tried to retrieve it. At that moment, he felt the cold fingers of the woman grab his head. He looked up as he was kneeling. His body paralyzed. The woman had a freezing look, and her old appearance was gradually changing to a younger one.

Chris' lips parted as he recognized the woman as the "forest witch/the dowser", aka, Moirai.

She blew on his face, her cold fingers felt warm. He felt like spinning, as his heart raced into his chest.

She knelt before him. Her right hand continued holding his head, while her left hand touched his hand that was holding the necklace.

"They're waiting for you"

"Who…what are you?" he asked feeling the warmness of her touch

"The bell rings again
Rain clouds come to play again
Has no one told you she's not breathing?
I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to

If you smile and don't believe
Soon you'll know and will wake from this dream
Don't try to fix her, she's not broken

I'm the lie living for you so you can hide
Don't cry

Suddenly you know you're not sleeping
Hello, you're still here
All that's left of yesterday"

As she spoke those words, a movie appeared in his mind. Starting from the bell ringing when the mala necklace fell on the ground which triggered his deepest memory that still haunts him and comes in form of remorse.
The rain clouds come to play again referred to the most impacting moments of his destiny path so far, starting from the point at the Hope Bridge and his realization that Katie chose death after losing him.
At the Other Side witnessed her choice and Moirai and the old man, the Fate guardians awaiting them.
His remorse made him suppress his hopeful spirit and turned him into a skeptical and a shadowed man.
He tried to "fix" Katie/Katarina as for he not being able to overcome her suicidal choices, though she was only mirroring his own shadow so he could feel fix himself, and he regretted when he realized it too late.
Then they met again to start over all that's left of their journey.

"You have to stop running away and let go of the remorse before it consumes you. Their choices is not your fault!" she whispered into his ears and letting go of him

Suddenly, like in a speed of magic, Chris was kneeling on the ground, bewildered, and then he realized that his right hand was grabbing firmly his pendant necklace and the mala necklace that seemed to be merged to it, while his left hand was grabbing on the whiskey bottle.
Other passengers were around him, looking worried about his condition, and then a man offered help for him to stand up while the fog was dissipating and the coast of Bohma was visible as other ships were waiting to dock.

Chris kept the necklaces into his pants pocket while observing the scenery that looked quite familiar to him, but as the usual, everything that looked familiar to him was also changed from what he used to know.

After leaving the ship, Chris moved into the port city watching every detail around him.

"This place... So old but so new. I look around and it feels so familiar, but it looks so different from what I recall. The natural landscape and the old architecture style is mostly the same. Starting from the dock that now is way larger and in my memories at that exact location there used to have a simple beach. There are more buildings and houses and most of them now look so different than in my memories that there were only a few and mostly belonged to the fishermen of the area, they looked so simpler. A simple living of a distant time…
There are more people walking the streets which show the population increased and the streets are no longer made of dirt, which is good for rainy days, I'll never forget the amount of mud made all around. That reminds me for how long the Peasant Village used to be known as a location of poor people. They didn't have the protection of castles and tall walls…here the population had to be creative and adapting to the wild and the natural phenomenon. A simple life with high costs and a lot of effort to be made. It is incredible and unbelievable to witness how much progress they made over time."

The weather still looked cloudy, but Chris continued making his way into the city, observing every detail and mentally comparing the past and the present. It was an intense immersion into his deepest memories that crashed into different realities.
However, there was a difference in this immersion from all the other times he was forced to face it. Now he didn't feel lost anymore, in fact, he was finding himself again.

He reached the main plaza that was larger now and a very important point. He wasn't shocked to face the modernity around. Light poles, vehicles, stores of all kinds and all the progression mixed with antique architecture and some local traditions. He continued his way in the effort to recognize any point he recalled so different, until he found himself midtown and a wave of memories invaded his mind making him sigh.

"This place…Different, but very familiar. The old styled buildings remain nearly intact. I can see here still works as the largest commerce venue, only she shops category are different now and at that very specific point of that clothing store, there used to be the location where the tent of 'the merchant' stayed… This is insane… the commerce is much larger now and nothing remains the same. The old tents are gone and the current ones are nothing like the past. No selling fruits, vegetables or chicken on the dirt streets. Food and supplies are bought in shop markets which make the streets much cleaner and easier to walk."

All of sudden his mind nearly shifted when he heard a woman calling out for someone named Catarina. His heart raced in his chest as he looked around in circles trying to track the woman's voice when from behind him he felt someone touching his shoulder, making his turn around.

"Sir…did you see a little girl in a pink dress running?"

"Girl in a pink dress?" he repeated widening his eyes as a flash memory invaded his mind

"Yes. My daughter Catarina. I was arranging the groceries when she ran, now I can't find her" the woman spoke in tears evidently worried about her daughters escape

"Kat…" he spoke passing his hand on his forehead while his heart throbbed into his chest when he remembered the time he saw Katarina in her famous pink dress at those streets

"Sir?"

"Sorry…I…I don't know what you're talking about…I…no… not her…" he spoke immersed into his confusion as he stepped away from the woman who later found her daughter at a nearby shop

He sat at a wood bench, looking down as he held his head and his elbows on his knees. He felt dizzy. His chest hurt.

A thin rain started to pour. People ran to find safe locations to protect themselves, but Chris didn't mind. He needed to wash away his memories and the oppression they caused.
It was on a cloudy day at that exact old street that once upon a time a decision was made. A decision that changed lives forever.
"I shouldn't have run away…" he spoke to himself, "I just shouldn't have…"

He caressed his chest in an attempt to easy his internal pain. It wasn't physical. It was all in his head. His haunted memories.
It was on rainy days that he made his worst decisions about the woman he said to love. Rains and cloudy days weren't his friend.
The movie of his life rolling in his head only made him feel the weight of his choices. Bad choices.
"Katie…" he whispered
All bad things happened on rainy seasons. Katherine O'Riley lost her life and their children became orphans because of his cowardice in not rescuing them at time. He went to Efret alone when he had the chance to take her with him. He knew her parents didn't like him, but still he let her alone with them for months. He came back too late.
At that same street, on a cloudy day post rain, he saw Katarina O'Gregon in her famous pink dress after running away for months from the haunted memories he carried since he buried with his own bare hands their first and stillborn son, Christian, after her miscarriage on a rainy day after running away from home from her parents to not discover her secret pregnancy.
If he weren't so immersed into his cowardice those fatidic days, their fate would've had been so different!
On a cloudy day he learned from Katerina Von Göbel's envious brother about her lies and on a rainy night she admitted her mistakes during their worst fight and left the engagement ring on the coffee table and left his apartment where they lived, and since then, their relationship status was put on hold despite them keep on good terms their parental relationship over their children.
"She changed over time. I'm still the same…If I weren't so neglecting…we'd still be together…"

He fought his feelings all he could. All this long, but it was about time for him to face his own pride. One tear cored down amid the rain water falling on him.

"Fate awaits you."

He looked to the side after listening to the old female voice near him, and saw the same old woman from the ship sitting on his side playing with his necklace that she somehow managed to get from his pocket without him notice it.

"If you don't want to repeat the old legends, do what you have to do and move on to your final mission, then you'll be free from your karma."

"I lost it…"

"You're running away"

"I'm a curse. People get hurt and killed!"

"They make their choices and cope with the consequences"

"I want to stop it"

"You can't"

"I quit."

"You can't"

"Why?"

"It's your choice. Cope with the consequences"

"I've lost everything because of this damn course! All I wanted was to have my family back, but I simply can't because whenever I'm around, they get hurt or killed and I'm the only one to blame!"

"You keep choosing guiltiness. Victimization! You don't respect their choices!"

"I don't want them to die! I don't want them to get hurt!"

"It's not your call"

"But shit happens when I'm around and this never stops! When will this shit ever end?" he shouted standing up quickly as he stared the old woman who seemed indifferent to his plead

The old woman opened her hand as if showing off the pendant necklace Kate gave him, "There's a tale of two errant soul mates trying to reach for each other, escaping from each other, mismatching. Still, they're soul mates and longing to love one another. They only forget that time is only a detail and what only remains forever is the memory. They just need to realize their love is only errant and not a mismatch.
And so let it be:

'Your freedom is so bright' She said
'Even if I can't even find a reason for existing?' He answered

If humans are living beings who only demand what doesn't exist
Then just what in the world do you really want?

After that, the girl just struggled earnestly and when she finally realized the emptiness filling her, she made a new discovery

We always open a door to tomorrow
By dreaming
Even knowing that there's nothing certain in this world

Surely there's a light waiting for you
In a place you haven't seen yet before you get used to losing interest and speeding up

Even if that's the end of this world and even if others laugh, saying it's useless
Go together, because there's nothing more frightening than giving up"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

The old woman stood up from the bench walking over him. She touched his chest, easing the pain, "The new legend…" she whispered as a thing fog started to form, "Let go of this pride and let her reach you" she spoke before disappearing

Chris looked down at his chest to realize he was wearing his pendant necklace. Then he touched his pocket and found out he didn't have money. Maybe Moirai stole it, maybe he lost it. He let out a heavy sigh figuring out a way to make money for his living in Bohma and find Kate.

Thirsty, wet and hungry, he made his way into a small café shop.

The young female attendant, Ana, who immediately rushed to offer him a dry towel. For his surprise, the female attendant was the granddaughter of the owner of the café shop and also of a hostel nearby. He told her he had lost his money and needed a job and a place to stay so he could save enough to continue his journey to find his wife and children.
Ana, who was a hopeless romantic type, immediately sympathized with his story.

In a move of "luck", Chris now had a place to stay and a simple way to start making money for his main objective in Bohma.

Songs with alteration: Hello by Evanescence and Pride by Ayumi Hamasaki