Fatal Frame: The Endless Defacement

by Dharknia

1st per POV. FF 1, 2, and 3 A girl must survive the horrors and terrors of a much larger and more dangerous village and its own reason for destruction. New and old spirits make their way into a haunting plot of rituals and deaths. COMPLETE!

13. Knew You

Disclaimer

Please read: I do not rightfully own the Fatal Frame title or its trademarks. This is only a fan fiction story. It is slightly based on the first, second, and third Fatal Frame, but includes my own characters, locations, and certain items. Any mentioned subjects that are Fatal Frame, Fatal Frame II: Crimson Butterfly and Fatal Frame III: The Tormented characters, locations, and certain items are owned by TECMO and used for fan fiction purposes only.

Fatal Frame

The Endless Defacement

Chapter Thirteen

Knew You

"They said your name,

They called for your face,

But in the end… it was me that truly knew you…"

"She hasn't opened her eyes in a long time…" I can hear the soft voice of a young woman near my right ear. She sounds like she's sitting next to me. Her breathing is fast and heavy, like she's been crying. Does this person know me? Are they crying for me? The young woman messes up something. It sounds like she might be digging in her purse. The next thing I hear is her sniffling and sobbing. I assume she's probably wiping her nose with a tissue. I can't see anything. I want so bad to look over and see who it is. But my eyes… they feel glued shut. All I can see is the blackness. What looks like the occasional blood droplet falls down. The more and more I hear this woman talking, the more and more blood droplets drip down, and the bigger and bigger the red puddle forms. "I don't understand it. She was fine just a few weeks ago. Yeah… she complained of sharp pains and scars and bleeding on her face, but the doctor assured me that was hallucinations from the medication. She… she was suppose to get better." I wince. I think I do, anyway. In my mind, I feel my face twitch and my eyes flutter. Am I… remembering this woman?

Scuffling footsteps start from one end of me and move to the other, but I can still hear the weeping of the young woman in my right ear. There's someone else here; the person she is talking to. I can hear them sigh at me. I can feel their worried stare at my face. It… it almost burns me! When this stranger begins to talk, I can now tell they are an older man; not much more than the age of thirty, though. He sounds sort of rough and stern. He actually almost reminds me of Kazua. Of course, I know that isn't him, but in the way he speaks it just reminds of me of his face and his attitude. "In the tapes collected from the hospital it shows she doesn't move at all, not even her lips, but there's a voice. You… you recognized it as hers. This is certainly a mystery to the medical community. No one has been able to find anything wrong with her. The test results show she isn't in a comatose state at all… and the doctor refuses to speak to me about anything more." The young woman asks him why. He scoffs and taps his foot down for a second. "He wouldn't hear of it!" The man apologizes for raising his tone. "I… I brought up the other incidents at the hospital… Patients were found on hospital beds covered in red marks and the word 'Endless' bleeding out on their foreheads. They, too, had been in an apparent coma for a few days. I… I understand this is really hard for you, but… so far the patients have had things in common… so I must ask you… Is… Is she married?"

The woman sounds a bit taken back. I am struck. Other people…? Here…? The word endless…? Am I dreaming? Was I dreaming? The young woman messes with what may be her purse again. "No, no… she's never been married." The man's footsteps move back towards her. He mumbles to her. What the hell is he saying? I want to know! Am I dieing? Is this why I've felt like letting go so many times…? The woman's sniffling continues. "I know. I'll find out and get back to you on that." The man's footsteps leave the room. And it sounds like the young woman is going to leave, too. I tried to yell. I think for sure she's hearing me… Don't go! Don't leave me here! I don't want to be alone… The red puddle starts to rumble a bit, like it's being disturbed by something. "For so long…" A raspy growl snarls in my ear. "I've wanted to bring you into my world… Where we can be together… forever…" The red puddle seems as if it's going away; draining out to no place from this no where. I think for a moment I can hear footsteps again. The door slams shut. And when it makes the loud (almost too loud) closing slam, I spring up, my eyes opened!

Oh… I'm… here? Kaname's bedroom is around me. The place is unusually dark. The small flashlight is all I have and its beam is very narrow and dim. I get off from my side and stand on my feet in a shaky stance. I point the flashlight everywhere slowly around the room. It looks like Kaname's room had been cleaned out. Dust gathers on the bare wood floor and a shattered mirror decorates the wall across from the door. Her window is even boarded up. For an instance, while I aim the light around to see if there is anything else here, I think I see the figure of the white face woman walk towards me. I quickly move the light back, but there's nothing there. It isn't until I go to take a step that I kick something on the ground. I aim the flashlight at my feet to see it looks like a doctor's clipboard. What would one be doing here?

Doctor's Note 1: "Something's not right with some people around here. At first, the rush of patients seemed like a plague; a new disease. Most symptoms could be like an intense flu—cramps, sharp pains, vomiting, and so on. However, the number of the patients experiencing hallucinations was not a result of medication, figuring some haven't even been distributed any, but rather these hallucinations seem to be the same thing for every one with this 'illness.' I'm looking further into it at the moment. I'm recording sessions and speaking with family members. There must be a link somewhere. This isn't a contagious, random thing. It's an isolated and highly specific occurrence. I'll be investigating further."

Doctor's Note 2: "There was a case not that long ago that is relatively similar. Single survivors of horrible accidents were forced into sleeping states and experienced dreams of the Manor of Sleep. They complained of sharp pains and tattoos that were scarring up their body. They also claimed to see their dead loved ones in the Manor; calling them, further and further. There was always snow and a lullaby. Once they followed the dead, they couldn't return, and they would be 'spirited away,' and black soot was all there was left of them. This follows along with the Tattooed Maiden legends and the Legend of Song (lullaby), but these cases have differences. The ones I'm dealing with are much rarer and have only been reported here. Never in any history texts does it report these cases… the Red Dreams… I've heard myths and rumors… but cases? Here…? I could only find one, marred text on these myths. It's in horrible condition, but I was able to scan it in the lab and print out a more readable version. I'm still looking for more clues."

The Red Dreams: "Red, the color of blood, the element of fire, the taste of anger, is a natural human instinct. The fits of rage inside a single person, no matter how small or old, can be greater than the Gods themselves. The power of greed and murderous intentions runs through the veins of everyone. It is up to the individual to control it. Some choose not to at all, while others struggle and get through day by day with countless smiles on their faces. 'The Red Affect' is known to describe serial killers. Even the purest of hearts can massacre the world if they have the hate inside of them. This is a scary fact. It is also a dormant feeling waiting in your mind to one day… awaken…1/7 Sometimes, when a person can feel betrayed and full of grief over something, they will react in anyway they can. In ancient myths, it is said that when the 'Dormant Red' awakens from its 'sleep' it can often drive a person to harm themselves or others. However, if this feeling is too great for the human body to contain/act out upon, it can force the brain into a comatose state. This is where the Red Dreams occur. 2/7 Red Dreams are often different from one another. A few people have experienced each other's dream while their own continues to take place. Is this a shared hatred? Is there some sort of connection to their betrayal? Whatever reason this happens for, what is clear is that no one has ever escaped the Red Dreams. It is a maze within the mind; claimed to be created by his or hers 'Master.' It is to teach and trap sinners; to weed out and rid of the evil. 3/7 Confusion grows amongst folklorist of the origins of these Red Dreams. They believe it is the result of the 'Blood Dream,' or 'Red Massacre,' that happened in a village that once worshipped a goddess named, Faranika, or 'The Red Goddess.' The people under this religion followed highly strict rules for living, and honored the 'Dormant Red' inside of everyone, but it was one instance that this practice of worship and rituals went terribly wrong. 4/7 A Defacement, that is, the ritual, took place that shouldn't have been. Taking the life of a pure person for a sin not committed, often causes terrible rashes, or red tattoos. Taking the lives of many will cause uproar with the goddess, who views that as abuse. She will awaken the 'Dormant Red'. The 'Blood Dream' is still a mystery, but it appears that the village had sacrificed unjustly, and the goddess wanted to rid of the village immediately. 5/7 It seems although the goddess herself experiences the Red inside of her as well. This is highly evident in the fact that she wanted the village to be massacred. But could she really have done it herself? In myths, Faranika is always in her own Red Dream. Could the sins of the village have awakened the Defaced…? Could they have taken the 'Dormant Red' in the Defaced from out of its sleep…? Could they have spilled forth the goddess' Red Dreams, unleashing the curse of the Red Waters on all…? 6/7 People in our times that experience the Red Dreams are people with a strange connection to the massacred village. They, themselves, are sinners in the Goddess' mind. They are no better than the filth she wanted to be dead. The curse will spread faster and faster on those who try to escape Faranika's Red Curse, and the tattoos will never stop running through their veins. It is a sad, but true fate. Once encased by the goddess' own Red, you won't be able to get back out. Your own 'Dormant Red' will awaken and slowly eat you away, impaling your heart and soul (eyes) with the Red Curse. But there is hope… if you haven't been touched by the Red Curse, there may still be hope for you… It lies within a single flower; one with the right kind of purity to keep you from the Red…7/7"

I have some connection to this village? Could it be… as I chase my childhood memory, I'm being dragged farther and farther into this… dream…? Is that all this is to me now? My very own… Red Dream…? I feel my arms and my face. I have no red marks on me. I'm untouched? I begin to wonder all about this place. Who do I have the connection with? Jun Okura, Miaka or Mika Aragaki, Nanako or Noriko Ohnishi, Kaname Shibata, Nina Tanaka, or anyone else…? What of Dagon? And Yumi, and the others…? Sometimes the dreams will mix with each other; the text said… that means we have a shared connection… When did I enter this dream? Oh no… I recall the scenes I saw with Jun Okura finding Nanako Ohnishi in the stream and her blood falling into the water (Chapter 12 reference), and then myself… in the woods… washing my face with the same water (Chapter 1 reference)… My connection… is Nanako Ohnishi? But, she lived, didn't she? If she is a Defaced, then I'm trapped here, but if she survived this village, does that mean I will, too? And… what about my sister, and the Red Curse… Is it anything like the Adrianna Curse…? Was Adrianna the one they locked up in the lighthouse for sure…? My head… My everything… it all feels like its crumbling away out of my reach… one step I get closer, is two more I fall behind… Grow up… It's not you… I try to get my act together. I will make it. With or without Nanako… Yeah, that's her name… It's clear to me now. I don't have a childhood memory. I'm not Brianna! I'm the connection with Gerald's daughter, Brianna. SHE was the one that Nanako showed her the woods and the water… That's why Jun and the Aragaki sisters, along with Noriko, have been haunting me. They all have something to do with Nanako… and Brianna… What happened to them both? Did they die? Did they live? I guess I'll find out…

The Red Village

I leave the Tanaka house behind me. I head towards the Shibata house. From the outside it looks like most of the homes here. The walls are wooden and around the two windows at the front are nothing but stone frames. There's a strange sense coming from them. I stand back far enough from the Shibata house so I can see both the windows through the lens of my camera. I take a picture. From this, I get doubles; one photo is the 'Alsuo Shibata' (a photo of Kaname's little brother standing at the window; looking at me with sad eyes); the other photo is 'Akao Shibata' (a photo of Kaname's father standing at the window; look at me with angry eyes). Alsuo and Akao wear almost matching white and grey kimonos. Their black hair is cut the same bowl shaped way. Their brown eyes each have a strong expression, although Alsuo seems to have a severe depression and sorrow inside of him, and his father, Akao, has this look he's giving me of rage… his 'red.' I approach the door and I can hear Akao's mouth right next to my right ear. "I just wanted them to leave me alone…" My eyes close gently and I open them, hoping inside that this horrible presence is gone. I enter the Shibata house.

Instead of a main room right before me, there is a wide path that goes a little to the right and then straight into the large main room. The lighting is very dim, but not as dim as most of the houses. Paper shade lamps are lining the floors every step I take. The incense isn't vanilla here. It smells more like a raspberry or strawberry. On the walls are no decorations what so ever. There are no wooden stands with flower vases or anything like that. This house is giving me a sense of anger and rage already. Wasn't this a place to teach the kids of the village?

The main room is more like an empty void of the Shibata house. There are a few strewn pillows that look almost like they were thrown about. There were two purple ones and about three silky green. Two of the green pillows had holes in them. Their filling sits quietly on the floor. A staircase leading to the next level is at the far left. I walk closer to it, thinking there is nothing else on this floor, when Gerald Hemmingway's spirit stops me. He stands at a second hallway that's on the same wall as the one I entered the main room from, but it's across from the stairs. He looks at me and shakes his head. "I left you a name… I wanted you to remember…" He starts to walk down this second hallway.

I follow down. The paper shade lamps are getting dimmer and dimmer. The walls are getting bloodied and the shades on the lamps are casting the red glare. I can almost smell the slaughter. It's almost like the burning of someone—ashes, smoked flesh. The distant screams of what may be children surround and irritate me. Chills run up and down my spine. Suddenly about ten spirits of various and nameless children and young teens of the village run past me. My hair even moves at their frantic speed. It happens like slow motion as I feel their fear. I blink slowly and look behind me. For the first time since I entered this village, I can see Miaka Aragaki's real spirit behind me. She's covered in blood and gripping at her stomach with one hand and her neck with the other. She's limping. I raise my camera, but she's gone. I look back and the children aren't running anymore. There is only one child: Noriko. She points, what I think, is at me. "I tried to tell them… everyone…" I see a large shadow on the ground. Someone's behind me… I look and it's Akao. He has a butcher knife raised to me. He strikes me slightly and I fall to the ground. I feel so drained. I get to my feet and start running. This is when the children reappear running next to me. The tears come from their eyes and fall into the air. I carry the same terror inside of me. Make them stop! I hear Akao's voice. The hallway goes to the right, and then straight for a short while, then another right, and the first left, and a second left, and short straight away, and a third right, and decent length straight path, and then the forth right, a short straight away, and the final right before the path leads into a dinning area at the left.

Once I reach the dining area the children disappear and I don't see Akao anymore, although my camera still acts like something's around. I can also hear the distant mumblings of Akao Shibata. I don't know where he is. The dining area of the Shibata house looks like it has been tore apart; like a massacre went on here. There is a very strong gust of wind coming through the room. This area is narrow from left to right, and to the left of where I enter from the area turns to the left and seems to go along that part of the hallway. Stubby tables are broken in half and rotting food molds to the walls where it has been splattered. A small cooking pit where fires were made is full of blood. Some of the walls are caked in dried blood, and I round the narrow part where it turns to the left to see on the right side of the wall is a giant hole. Since this would put the hole in the ground on the right end of the Shibata house… this hole leads into the warehouse. I put my head through and glimpse in. There's nothing there. I decide to check out the second floor of the Shibata house before leaving. When I turn around I am literally face-to face with Akao.

He goes to strike me, but I am quick enough to raise the camera and snap his photo. As he is pushed back, gripping at his face because of the flash, I make a run for the hallway. He reappears in my way just before I am about to leave the dining area. I snap a shot again and once more as soon as the film loads. He growls at me. Akao spits out random slurs in his fury, saying things like, "Go away…! Can't you see I want to be left alone? I never have time to myself… The children… kill the children… stop these voices… and kill the children…" My heart begins to hammer in my chest. I'm so low on film. I've taken about six shots now of him. I've dodged and shot multiple times now, but Akao isn't falling to his death. He only reacts to the flash. Am I even hurting him? On my eighth snapshot of Akao, it finally seems like he is down for the count. He falls with an evil laughter and grips at his head. "I've finally gotten them to stop… by killing the children…" A photo is left where Akao disappears. It appears to be of a beautiful woman. She looks similar to Kaname, but much older. On the back of the photo is a short message: "My wonderful wife, the precious mother of my children… I'll never forget you." This must be Kaname's mother. She's probably deceased. She must have been the teacher of the kids in the village. I leave the dining area and head back to the main room. I head up the staircase and to the second floor.

The second floor is laid out differently than the first floor. When I stepped on the last step I get the black and white scenario for a moment. It isn't a new image inside my head. It's a memory playing out before my eyes. Alsuo, the little Shibata boy, runs into his bedroom. He's laughing and seems to be beckoning me. Gerald Hemmingway's spirit sobs at the door to my left. It must be Akao's room. "I left it so you could remember…" He says. When he disappears the color returns. Akao's bedroom is directly to my left, and Alsuo's room is on the far wall across from me. Akao's bedroom door is locked. It won't seem to open, but then again, I'm not even sure it is locked. It seems to be healed by something… or someone, on the other side of it. The same goes for Alsuo's room. To the right of Alsuo's door is a sliding partition screen door. It looks like someone is standing on the other side of it. I slowly open it. Ancient text books, religious scrolls, writing ink feathers and spilt ink containers are strewn across the room. There is some bloodshed. This is obviously the teaching room. The 'someone' on the other side is Akao. He's kneeling down next to another spirit, who's lying on their backs with a pool of blood underneath them. It looks like Alsuo…

I raise the camera and take a picture. From it I get the 'In Mourning' photo (a photo of Akao Shibata weeping over the dead, bleeding body of his son, Alsuo Shibata; is he mourning out of grief… or guilt?) Akao looks up from Alsuo's body and he glances over his shoulder at me. "How… …?" He stands up and retrieves the same butcher knife from before. "I must silence these voices… I must put a stop to this… one child at a time…" I battle with Akao once more. However, while running from his attacks, I kick an object on the ground. My first inclination is it's just a book or an ink container, but instead it's a small thing of film. I don't know why it would be there, but I don't mind it one bit. I bend down very quickly to pick it up. Akao's knife is coming right for me, so I duck and jump forward, doing sort of a summersault thing. I get to my feet and start snapping at him again and again… and again. It takes more than eight times, though. I use up about twelve shots until he finally decides to call it a day. He disappears and it sounds like a strange groaning come from his bedroom door. Perhaps it is open now…?

Inside Akao's room is very plain. There is a shrine to the right of the door along the wall. It is dedicated to his late wife. Her picture is in the middle of vanilla scent candles and religious symbols. She is dressed in a white gown with white roses strewn all across her body, and clenched in her hands is a red rose. Her eyes are closed. Is this her funeral picture? The rest of the room has a bed with no sheets on it, which I find very odd. There is a small dresser full of Akao's clothing. Everything's dusty. The paper lamps here cast a normal light and they reside on the floor, like most of them in the houses I enter. Nothing is really here for me to explore or even really take notice of other than the picture of his late wife. I stare at it, trying to make sense of the roses. White… and red…? This means something… I know it does… I whisper softly out loud. Suddenly pale, white fingers slide a notebook from under the door. I pick it up. It's a thin, white book covered in blood. I open it up.

Akao's Diary 1: "I can't believe she's dead… 1/4 The teaching is left up to me. Alsuo offered to help me. He often watched his mother teach the other children of the village. He's such a wonderful boy. 2/4 I can't get these dreams to stop. I keep hearing a voice inside of my head… her voice… she's telling me… she's… she wants me to kill everyone! I… I just want it to stop. 3/4 I can't believe my Alsuo is gone now, too… He's the only thing I had left to keep me sane…Why…? I have to make it stop. I have to end it. 4/4

I leave Akao's bedroom and see a shadow underneath Alsuo's door. I can hear his laughter. Is his door open now? I open it and step inside. His entire room is just covered in bloodshed. His bed is bare of any sheets, just like Akao's. Much of his other things have been packed into boxes. Perhaps Akao didn't want to be reminded of his son's things. I bet the pain had been torrid; probably took its wear on Akao. A few stray toys like dolls that are dressed like Alsuo's mother in her funeral photo and a train (just like the one Tomoya Okura had) lie about. Only one paper shade lamp works, so the room isn't very light. My flashlight is useful here. The blood has barely touched the lamp, though. A red glare isn't an immediate problem. In the middle of Alsuo's room is the explanation for the missing sheets. There might be another one of Akao's diaries sitting on top of bloodied white sheets. As I kneel down to grab it Alsuo's dead body appears next to it. I jump back, but there's no indication that he's going to harm me. I pick up the diary.

Akao's Diary 2: "I need to make the voices stop. If I don't, then they might kill me, too. They already took my wife… and my son. 1/3 If the voices want me to kill, then I must. I will get rid of them… all…I'll end these snickering voices… I'll let my beloved wife and my gracious son rest in peace…2/3 How…? How could he…? Does this mean… I slaughtered the children for no reason? Goddess… forgive me… My Lord, let her be, let her give me solitude… let her give me death…let me be with them one more time…3/3"

After I read the last pages Alsuo's fingers grip the page and pull the book down. I see his eyes at first… those sad eyes… His cadaverous face is next. The bleeding words of 'Endless' are on his face. He… wasn't Defaced, was he? It appears to be self-made. In his right hand is a small pocket knife. The tip is bloody. His neck is cut open as well. I don't get it, but I don't have time to question him. He's crawling onto my lap and looking me in the face. His sad eyes glare deep into mine. What is saying to me? He has no words, but does he really need them? "She told me she knew me…" His boyish voice snarls at me. What is he talking about? His left hand grips my neck. I drop the diary and am too frozen to grab my camera. He chokes me intensely as he starts to try and cut my neck with his pocket knife. When I first feel the slice, reality strikes me. He's trying to kill me! Damnit, do something! I pull the camera up and snap his picture. He cries and whimpers, falling off of me; he covers his eyes with his left arm and shakes his head. He recovers with haste, though, and starts to come at me again. I snap another picture and get to my feet. This battle proceeds to be quick paced. Alsuo recovers very fast from my shots and he also runs at me without stopping. I'm thankful he doesn't take as long as his father, though. It is much harder to hit him, however. I continuously snap and run, snap and run, dodge and sometimes get hit, snap more shots, and miss other times. It takes about nine for Alsuo to finally disperse. "I just wanted to see my mother again…" After Alsuo's spirit disappears a rose and a crinkled note are left where he was. It's a purple rose. "My color is not just, It is something I know; And as my fate is a must, Now I must go." Alsuo's soft voice rings out as I pick it up and another rose is animated in the background of the one photo. I read Alsuo's crinkled note.

Crinkled Note: "I'm sorry. Really, dad, I am sorry. I don't want you to be alone, but I can't take it anymore. I have to see her… one more time. She said… She told me she knew mom… she knew me… and she was getting to know you… Please, understand, dad… Kaname… she's… she's with mom now. I want to be with them. Will you come, too?"

Once you get your hands on you… I recall the blurry-faced woman who is a like-alike for me. She kept saying that. Does… Does this all have something to do with her and me? Alsuo sacrificed himself so he could be with his sister, Kaname. Kaname had already been sacrificed. He wanted to be with his mother, too. Had she been sacrificed? Who was telling Alsuo that they knew him? Was 'she' referring to Kaname or his mother? Could it have been someone else? Akao lost everything he had… his wife, his son, his daughter… and his mind. The voices he claimed to hear were telling him to kill, so in order to shut them up he killed the children he was supposed to be teaching, but he must have found this note Alsuo left for him. Akao thought the voices drove his wife and Alsuo to death, but now to find Alsuo sacrificed himself must have just destroyed Akao. What were they hearing? I want to know. "I want to know you…" A deep woman's voice echoed in my head. I haven't ever heard her before. Images of a woman covered in red tattoos reaching for me enter my eyes. She goes to touch me, but I move away. This isn't right. What's going on? Am I seeing myself or am I actually doing it? I run out of Alsuo's room and down the stairs. The red tattooed woman is running after me; trying to touch me. I run down the hallway and as I do I can see Alsuo's mother doing the same. She's running right with me. I enter the dining area and I follow her steps. She runs over to the area where, in the colored environment, there was a hole leading to the warehouse, but in this black and white scenario there isn't one. Alsuo's mother grabs a large knife from the nearby table set (not present in the 'colored world'). She slashes and kicks down the wall that was already in bad condition. She heads into the warehouse and I follow. We are just in time as the red tattooed woman catches up with us. Both Alsuo's mother and I trip when heading through the hole in the wall. The tattooed woman stretches her arm down and is about to touch us. All I see is the black. I hear the late mother's screams and the gargle growl of the tattooed woman. "I want to know you…" The blood droplet falls down into the black. Kaname's whimper echoes. "It's endless… It's endless, Alsuo…" A bouquet of white roses was being thrown into the black. One single red rose goes down. The next image is of pale hands holding a white rose. It's Alsuo. He's crying. His tears fall onto the rose pedals and he casts the rose into the coffin of his mother. A veiled priest places the red rose into her clenched hands. Her coffin is on the surface of the water. As she is pushed out into oblivion with the vanilla candles burning, the phrases I heard after collecting the roses are sung, but I can't hear the rest of it as it all fades. Alsuo looks at his father. Everything is black again. The tattooed woman is the last thing I hear.

"I knew you."

End

Chapter Thirteen

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Next time: A Solitude Solstice

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Author's Note

I surely hope things are getting clearer for you. I know they are for me! This is a story I intent on finishing. I can't wait to start the sequel. I already have ideas for it. I would like to point out that some of the things left untouched in this story will emerge in the sequel, as well as a part of the same plot idea, but I plan to make it different. I don't want two of the same stories. I would like some feedback, please. Should I keep it first person? Should I make the character from the sequel have some relative connection with someone in the game or in this story? Please, give me some ideas. I don't want to disappoint anyone with the sequel. I also fear that some of this "Red" stuff is sounding cheesy. I honestly apologize if it did, but from the beginning I wanted to take the element of anger and hate and turn it into something that could expand with the story, as well as fit in with each Fatal Frame game. If it seems like I'm going to make this story all about Fatal Frame 3 now, I'm truly not. I just want to get ideas from every game, and then original ones. I already have a good idea of what the ending will be, but it's what will lead up to the ending that I'm working on.

But please, any feedback for the sequel would be appreciated.

And any questions can be answered.