~~~~~~~(I)~~~~~~~

Date: 01 July, 20XX

Location: S.S. Oceana

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of static, the static-filled screen resolved itself, and the face of an enthusiastic young woman appeared. She blinked a couple of times as her own connection seemed to stabilize, then turned her brown eyes to her own camera. "Ah, there you are! Finally got a face to go with the name. It's nice to meet you. My name is Amanda. I'm what you could call a scout."

"A scout? What for?"

"What for? The Aevium League of course! It's my job to guide newcomers like you through all of our procedures. There are eighteen Gym Leaders for you to defeat – alongside the Elite Eight. I'll be meeting up with you at East Gearen City!" A few strands of black and red hair fell from underneath her cap and in front of her eyes. She paused to brush them out of her face, then continued. " For now, let's walk you though the basic registration process…"

Basic registration truly lived up to its name. Amanda the League Scout only needed a copy of his ID to set up a new trainer ID. The only fields he had to fill in himself were his name and his gender. Perhaps with the large quantity of people wanting to sign up, any method to smoothen the process was welcome.

"Aaaaalright, finished. Now William, we – "

"Ah, just Will, please," he interrupted her.

Amanda blinked. "Really? It's a nice name, you know?"

"But Will is so much nicer."

She shrugged. "Sure, no problem. Now Will, when you make it to East Gearen, look for the central lab. It's a straight shot from the dockyard, through the terminal, along the main street. Don't follow the signs, and you should be able to find it. Its smackdab in the middle of some skyscrapers." She jabbed a finger at the screen and sternly added, "Don't wander off before you've met up with us at the lab! That's very important. The city is…not particularly welcoming to newcomers without a Pokémon. We'll hit you up with a starter."

"Right. When you say not particularly welcome, you mean…?"

If Amanda heard the concern in his voice, she ignored it. "Afterwards we can look for a place to spend the night until you can orient yourself on the journey. Do you have any questions?"

"Uhm – "

"Very good! That was the registration process. I'll leave the paperwork to my colleague onboard. It was a pleasure meeting you Willia – ah, Will – and I hope to be able to meet you in person soon. Enjoy your journey!"

Will presumed that Amanda terminated the link from her end, as the screen went back to its static-filled self again. "Okay, see you soon, I guess."

"I see you're all done with the registration?" The lady at the counter to his left said. "In that case, let me print out your Trainer Card for you ."

She tapped in a series of commands on her computer, then fumbled with something underneath her desk. "There!" She said a second later, brandishing a shiny plastic card. "All done and ready for you. Please, take this."

"Thank you," Will said, gratefully taking his new Trainer Card. "I – "

His name read William.

Sadness.

"- have opinions about this…" he started, but the lady probably didn't notice."

"With this, you are officially registered. Good luck to you, William!"

Stepping out into the hallway again, the first thing Will heard were the gentle strings of a piano. Not his favorite instrument, but…this one wasn't bad. It was kind of soothing, even. Whoever was playing that piano knew what they were doing.

He glanced down at his new trainer ID. That made it official. When his mother and him finally moved into their new house, he'd be taking on the…the Aevium League, he supposed. He wasn't entirely sure why she thought that was so important. Maybe things would make more sense once they actually reached their new region.

"Oh, Will! I was just on my way to see how things were going."

"Hey mom," he replied.

His mother stopped a couple of feet in front of him, her pink eyes large and curious. "Ah, is that your Trainer Card? How lovely. That means you're officially ready to go! Aevium is a beautiful region with lots to do and see. Once we disembark at Oceana Pier, we're off to Akuwa Town! It's a colder, but cozy place to spend our days, you'll see!"

Will nodded along. The idea of exploring Aevium should have excited him more –the region was, after all, big enough to its own dessert and its own subarctic region – but he wasn't entirely sure how he would combine that with the League challenge. Was that even something he'd like? Battling Gyms, training and fighting?

Mom suddenly paused, her brows furrowing. "Dear, are you doing okay? You've been so quiet since last night…"

Will fidgeted for a moment. In truth, he hadn't exactly slept well since he came across the Oceana. He could scrape together a few hours of sleep every night, but he had the weirdest dreams. He'd been told that the constant rocking of the ship in the waves could do strange things to a person's state of mind, but actually experiencing that for himself was still different. Combined with the suddenness of the League challenge application…

But he'd be turning nineteen this year and he would rather eat his scarf than admit to his mother that he had bad dreams. "I'm fine," he said. "Just not used to the sea, I guess."

That seemed to soothe his mother's concerns. She smiled, and she wrapped her arm around his shoulders in a little half-hug. "I'm glad to hear it! I know moving is hard, but this is for the best, I promise! Anyway, we should be docking at Oceana Pier later tonight. In the meantime, why don't you go visit the Captain?"

Right. Captain Augustus was a long time friend of his mother's. If he recalled correctly, they went to the same school or course together way back?

"Sure," Will nodded.

"Thank you. As for me, I…" His mother's smile faltered, just a bit. "I have to be somewhere right now. Please take care, Will. I love you."

"Love you too," he replied, watching as his mother hurried down the stairs behind him.

Time for some sightseeing.

A couple of meters down the hall rested a large set of stairs leading down to a community room of sorts. It was buzzing with activity when Will wandered in, with a variety of people going about their day. One of them was a lady playing the piano, accompanied by a little fluffy ball of pink happily vibing along. The woman wasn't dressed like a sailor. One of the guests playing music for the others, then.

Nice.

The woman looked up from her work for a moment upon Will's entry, and locked eyes with him. He gave her a little smile and a polite nod, and she smiled back at him.

"I never get tired of playing the piano," she told Will when he approached. "It's my life passion."

"It sounds lovely," he replied.

"I never get tired of my audience either! Please enjoy what I have to offer you~!"

Not everybody was as serene as the pianolady was. On his way up to the Captain, Will came across a woman sitting on a bench looked like she was about two seconds away from beheading someone with a spoon. He glanced at her in passing and when she looked up, her eyes were like glaring daggers.

Not wanting anything to do with those sharp eyeballs, Will quickened his step.

If he remembered correctly, large ships usually had their Captains commanding from a command room called the bridge. He didn't find the bridge at the aft of the ship, so he wandered back the direction he came and found himself at the front of the ship instead.

The smell of salty ocean water was much stronger there, and Will felt tempted to just…linger there for a moment. The sun beamed down on him from above, warming the wooden frame below. Some people were already taking advantage of the sun to get some tanning done.

Knowing his mother, she'd be spending the coming hours out here as well. Not only for the sun, but simply to stand all the way at the far edge – the bow he believed it was called – and enjoy the wind in her hair.

That thought made him smile, and he glanced aver at the end of the bow where he could already picture his mother basking in the wind –

Only to see someone else standing there already.

Which was…well, it wasn't strange, but it was. It took him a moment to figure out what it was; the bow was rather crowded, and the edge of the bow was one of those touristy spots for people to tourist around. In contrast the spot at the back of the ship had a dozen people crowding around, yet this girl stood there all alone, almost as if everyone gave her a wide berth.

It made her stand out, and that made him pay more attention.

Before he realized what he was doing, his feet started moving, until he was standing a couple of feet behind the girl. Her wavy black hair reached just above her shoulders. A rosy flower rested in her hair on the right side of her head. Contrary to the people around her, most of them clad in either beach clothes or simple white shirts and shorts, she was dressed in a white uniform blouse and a frilled, black skirt held up by black suspenders. Simple yet elegant.

Nevertheless, something about her was…off. Will wasn't sure what it was, but it reminded him a bit of the angry woman downstairs. Maybe she was seasick, and came upstairs for some fresh air or something. In that case, he really shouldn't be bothering –

The girl turned around, almost casually so, and cast him a stony, unamused look. For a single heartbeat, it was as if she were silently trying to kill him with her mind, but then a hint of recognition flickered across her features, and her expression morphed from stony disinterest to stony…annoyance? Frustration? Something he couldn't quite place. He rarely could.

"…Do you know who I am?" She asked.

Will frowned. Her voice didn't match her expression. Frustrated, yes, but also sincere. Did she expect him to know her? If so, why didn't he?

He racked his memory for this girl, but...there was nothing there. He had idea who she was.

So he shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said. "I don't."

Whoever she was, her expression could have been hewn from stone for all the emotional response she showed. Upon hearing his response, she merely turned her back to him again, and continued watching the sky.

Pointedly ignoring him in the process.

Not sure what that was about, and confident that he hadn't yet found the ship's bridge, Will headed back inside. /

One final set of stairs finally led him to the Oceana's bridge, where the ship's Captain sat behind his desk, readying a book. Upon Will's entry, the man looked up. He had to be somewhere in his sixties, with greying hair and a thick, well-combed moustache.

"Oh-ho, you must be the wonderful Will, aren't you?" He said, shoving his chair backwards to get up. "Please, please, come in young man! I've been expecting you!"

Wonderful?

Reassured by the warm welcome, Will walked over to his desk and took the chair opposite of the Captain. "Good afternoon Captain."

"Please, call me Augustus. Augustus Briney, at your service," the Captain said, beaming with pride. "I come from a long family of sailors. I happen to be the Captain of the S.S. Oceana. So tell me, how is your voyage so far? Surely it must be enjoyable?"

"It's been great," Will said.

"Good, good, that's what I like to hear," Augustus said. "I've done my very best to keep things nice and orderly on this ship. Anyway, your mother asked me to go through a few things with you before we disembark in Aevium. You see…"

The Captain took a couple of minutes to explain the finer details of the Avium league and the region itself, expanding on the information Amanda had given him already. It was interesting to hear that Aevium was, technically, one giant archipelago consisting of four main islands.

"It used to be one huge land mass," Augustus explained, "But a mysterious calamity caused the land to split apart."

"It just split the land apart?" Will asked, somewhat skeptical. "How?"

"I can't say. Stories differ wildly, yet documentation is sparse. Nobody can agree on just what it was. A comet? An earthquake? Who knows? The suffering it caused is real enough, and the ramifications…well, they are spread far and wide across the region." For a moment, it seemed like Augustus zoned out, his eyes glazing over. He snapped out of it after couple of seconds. "But enough of that…that dreary subject. Will! We will be docking on Floria Island very soon. Before we get to that, we've still got the banquet to get through!"

Right, the Farewell Banquet. The part where the entire ship got together for one big feast to celebrate the successful voyage. "I think mom's supposed to meet us there," Will said.

"Then let's not keep her waiting, hmm?" Augustus said.

Together, the two of them made their way to the banquet hall. Easily the largest area in the ship, the hall was a repurposed ballroom filled with well-crafted tables, exotic plants, and even several fountains. The majority of the passengers had already gathered there, though some tables looked like they were missing people.

Pianolady sat all the way in the back, ready to do her part. Mom was seated at a table about half a dozen meters to pianolady's left. Sitting opposite of her was the mystery girl from the bow!

That set off all kinds of alarm bells in Will's head. His mother was a social butterfly who loved meeting new people, but that girl…she didn't exactly seem eager to socialize. The way she sat with her back to his mom all but confirmed that. And that Pokemon sitting next to the girl…it looked humanoid, somewhat feminine, but he wasn't sure what species. Was it just him, or was it glaring at him, from all the way across the hall?

Maybe that was why she asked if he knew her? Because she knew his mother?

"There you are!" Mom said when he sat down next to her. "We're just about to get started!"

Will glanced over at the mystery girl, trying to catch her eyes, but she and her Pokémon still seemed fully dedicated to ignoring him.

When the last passengers found their way to their seats, Captain Augustus took the stage and cleared his throat. Slowly, the chatter and buzzing of the hall died down, allowing the Captain to say his part.

As was tradition, Augustus spoke of their voyage, the time the crew spent with the passengers and their imminent arrival at the pear. He talked about the importance of hospitality and, not insignificant, the important of good food.

It was a pretty decent speech. People clapped and whistled, mom beamed and the pianolady started playing a calm, serene song that perfectly fit in with the happy, content mood.

"But don't let me keep you from a good feast!" The Captain then laughed. "Please, let us all – "

"Sorry, but I think there's something that needs taking care of first," someone called out, interrupting Augustus' words. Three late passengers burst into the hall and strode across the center aisle, straight towards the Captain.

Will recognized one of them as the angry-looking woman he passed by earlier. The other two were a sailor and what looked like another passenger he'd seen in the lounge earlier. What were they doing?.

"Hrm? What is the issue here?" Augustus demanded. "Please return to your seats."

"I don't think so," the sailor rumbled. "In fact, this ship is under our control now!"

One by one, the three intruders took off their outer layer of clothes, which came off with practiced ease.

All three of them were clad in black and grey outfits, sporting belts with what looked like tactical pouches and sturdy boots. They looked geared up for trouble, but that part didn't scare Will. What really scared him was the fact that none of them had bothered to conceal their faces, their identities.

That…sort of suggested they weren't about to leave any witnesses, didn't it?

"I think – "

His mother leapt from her seat with surprising determination. She strode straight towards the trio, not a hint of fear in her stride. "What is the meaning of this?" She demanded. Demanded.

"I-Is this a hijacking?" The pianolady asked with a trembling voice.

Will tensed up.

"You must be insane to run out in front of people like us," one of the intruders sneered. "I'll give you the benefit of doubt. Sit the fuck down."

"I don't think so," Mom calmly replied.

The intruder's face contorted in rage. "You'll regret that!"

Shit.

Without thinking, Will leapt from his seat and ran to his mother. This was going to turn ugly and she was just standing there, defenseless - !"

"Crescent!" Mom snapped.

A haze of pinkish black light erupted around the length of his body. He felt light-headed, then an explosion of black light consumed his vision.

One fleeting moment stretched out into eternity. He wasn't here. He wasn't there. He wasn't anywhere insofar as he could tell. He couldn't see or hear, only feel an ominous sense of dread pressing against him.

An instant later the world snapped back together around him, and he barely had time to shield his face with his arms before he planted face-first against the ground. His body rolled along with the momentum and he came to a painful stop against something very solid.

An incredible sickness spread out from his stomach, and he clutched his chest in pain. Nausea and dizziness washed over him. Will shoved himself to his knees, then retched and puked.

That did the trick…sort of. The sickness faded away somewhat, leaving him feeling disorientated, scared and alone.

That was when he noticed the acrid stench of smoke and burning plastic. Alarmed, he looked up, realizing that he'd somehow been teleported into a burning room.

Get up! He yelled at himself. Get up!

"Mom…" he muttered, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. He recognized his surroundings, but only barely. It was Augustus' office and it was on fire. The solid mass he'd slammed into was the man's desk, and the flames were already licking at the chair. The air was arid and thick with smoke – if he stayed there any longer, he'd choke to death before he could even be of use.

Will shoved himself back to his feet, wobbled unsteadily, then started making his way down the stairs.

The ship was a mess. Something had put her through the wringer; entire sections of the hallways had collapsed, holes had been busted through walls, doors and even the ceiling, and the flames were starting to spread there as well.

When he came stumbling down the stairs, Will spotted one of the passengers lying against the wall. The man didn't look to be a in rough shape, thankfully. Where were the others?

"You there! Thank goodness you're alright!" The man cried. "I was just hanging out there and then there was a huge explosion! It knocked me off my feet and flat on my face, but I think I'm alright. Unfortunately, we're trapped here because the floor has – "

A flash of movement unfolded behind and a couple of feet above the man. A disc-like distortion in the air warped into a roughly humanoid shape. A tattered mass of orange and green limbs and a head that tapered off somewhat in both sides.

"Watch out!" Will yelled, but it was too late. With alarming speed, the creature slammed into the man and carried him across the gaping hole in the floor and out of sight. The passenger didn't even have time to scream.

Will gritted his teeth. There was nothing he could do. He had to find his mother before one of these things got to her!

His legs finally started to feel steady again as he ran back into the banquet hall. He nearly slammed into another passenger, who cried out in alarm.

"You!" Pianolady said. "Oh kid, I'm so glad to see you! I dunno how you were able to weasel your way out of that explosion, but kudos to you!"

"Are you okay?" Will asked, giving running his eyes across the woman's body for any obvious injuries. "Did you see my mother?"

"I'm fine, don't worry," the woman replied. "We can't stay here for long, the smoke – the Captain saw everything happen. Maybe he knows where your mother is."

The banquet hall was a complete mess. Tables were completely overturned, chairs had been knocked to the ground and the only reason the floor hadn't been consumed by the flames yet, was because the fountains had burst. Hundreds upon hundreds of liters of water spewed in the air.

"Augustus!" The pianolady yelled. "You're too close to the fire! Please, step back!"

"My ship…" the Captain muttered. "My beautiful possession…she won't make it to her destination after all."

"The ship can be replaced! What can't be replaced are the lives of the people still scattered across her hull! Look, Will survived, the others might still be out there!"

Looking dazed, Augustus turned around. His eyes were red from the smoke and his face looked a bit singed, but he otherwise appeared unhurt.

"You were conscious the entire time!" Pianolady continued. "Do you know where Will's mother is?"

The Captain blinked a couple of times. "I…yes, after the explosion, she…Nancy jumped down below in pursuit of the assailant."

That took Will aback. His mother jumped after the assailant? By herself?

"She's down there?" Pianolady said. "Alone? That's not good!"

Will glanced down at the gaping hole in the floor. Smoke rose from the floor below. It couldn't be more than a few meters.

"C'mon Augustus, we need to get off this thing!"

He could handle a couple of meters.

"If we work together – "

No time to waste. He took a step back, then jumped. He barely registered pianolady's voice as he tumbled through the smoke and the flames. The floor seemed to materialize right in front of him, but this time he was prepared. Somewhat. The second his feet made contact with the floor, he sank through his knees and rolled with the momentum.

Not much better down here, he thought as he surveyed the damage. He had a sinking feeling that the ship wasn't going to stay afloat much longer.

Sirens, flames and smoke. The acrid stench of the flames assaulted his senses. He could barely see more than a few meters in front of him, and breathing was starting to get difficult. He had to hurry-!

Will ran through the smoke, faintly recognizing the room where'd registered himself for the League. Beyond that…

He made it through the opening at the far side of the hallway. Right as he was about to cross over into the next area, an explosion tore through the floor, sending burning fragments and pieces of metal everywhere. Will flinched, instinctively covering his face.

Moments later, a grey-haired man leapt up from the new hole in the floor. He rolled a few times then leapt back to his feet just in time to evade a Pokemon floating up after him. It was that same Pokemon he'd seen before, sitting opposite of his mother at the table. It had a primarily black body, with a teardrop-shaped head that supported four flat, equally black disks at its sides.

The Pokemon hummed eagerly as it rose from the opening and the man, likely knowing that he was completely outmatched, simply turned and ran.

That would be one of the terrorists, then?

Not to be outran by a normal human, the Pokemon proceeded to lob an enormous energy-ball-thingy at the man, who narrowly managed to round the corridor before the attack could obliterate him.

The Pokemon giggled to itself in bemusement, then floated after the man in pursuit.

At least its on our side.

With only one way left to go, Will continued making his way further towards the ship's rear. One door used to be blocked by a big, burly sailor there, but he was no longer there. He could only hope the man was still okay.

The smoke was getting worse. His eyes were already tearing up, and every breath as interrupted by a shaky cough.

Not much farther now!

Either this part of the ship was supposed to have a swimming pool, or this ship was starting to sink already.

Finally, after far too long, Will managed to reach the lowermost point of the ship. It used to be a cargo bay, but most of that cargo had been thrown free during the attack.

And there, amidst the rubble and burning cargo, his mother was wrapped up in a fight against another black-clad goon. Her hair was a dark shade of purple, and her eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. Probably helped against the smoke or something.

"Just in time," Will muttered.

"I've had about enough of this," his mother called out to her foe. Her Sylveon stood in-between the two, steadfast as ever. "No more running around. What are you doing? And why?"

The woman seemed to consider that for a moment. "Perhaps you should be less concerned about me, and more concerned about our guest that just joined us."

"What?" Mom said, before turning around. Her eyes widened and her lips parted in shock. "Will! But…how…what are you doing here! I thought Crescent…?" She shook her head, clearly in distress. "She was supposed to send you somewhere safe!"

"I'm not leaving without you," Will said, leveling a glare at the other woman. A reddish and tear-filled glare, but the intent was there.

"Sorry. Safety is long gone for both of you," someone called out. Alarmed, Will double-checked his surroundings. He'd been sure he hadn't seen anyone else!

"For now, we're going to take out our target."

"Me?" Mom said.

The voice chuckled. "That's right. Did you think our target was your kid or something? Hah. I was only going after you, but since the both of you just decided to deliver yourselves to me…"

Another two of those strange Pokémon appeared out of thin air. Slender and alien-looking, one of them bore down on mom, while the other was going straight for Will.

"Mom!"

"I'll be taking both of you to HQ!"

Mom audibly sighed. "There's no future for this ship, or for anyone else you've put through this…"

That voice laughed again, and Will felt a hint of annoyance flicker through his thoughts. "Glad you see things my way!"

"But," Mom continued. "I will create hope for at least someone!" Unbothered by the threat at her back, she turned to face Will. She smiled again, but her eyes…they were filled with sorrow and regret. "Will…I know that we've been distant, but know that I only want your happiness. While it hasn't been long, was glad to be able to share my time with you."

"Mom, no!" Will shouted, but caught an immediate lungful of smoke. Heaving, and through hazy eyes, He saw his mother place her hand on her chest, before making a fist. "I'll hold them off for as long as necessary. Even on a place as confined as this vessel, you must run away."

"N-No!" Will coughed. There had to be a way – there had to be a way out of this!

"Wherever you end up, keep up hope. Through new friends, new opportunities, new love."

Mom!

"Enough!" The purple-haired woman declared. She made a beeline towards mom, but Sylveon put an aggressive stop to that by unleashing a savage Moonblast. The woman was only narrowly able to evade it and the attack blew a hole straight through the ceiling.

"Wherever you are, know that I'm looking down upon you. Smiling. Protecting. That's my love for you, Will! A mother's love."

No, no no no!

Will clenched his fists. He couldn't – there was no way he could do this. Without her? On his own?

"Go sweetie!" Mom yelled, returning her focus to the enemy.

"…can't," Will coughed. "Ngh…with you!"

Goddamnit!

There was a hint of finality on her eyes when she turned back to look at him. "You have to go! Now!"

He cursed himself for his weakness, despised himself for grasping that, deep down, mom was right. For knowing that he would only squander the choice she made by staying and getting captured with her, he would never forgive himself.

Will turned and ran. The instant he did, he knew someone was on his tail, right behind him. They weren't going to let him escape. He'd seen their faces, heard their intentions. They would never let him go.

He forced himself to run harder than ever before, through aching limbs and burning lungs. Formless shapes darted around him, backlit by fire and heat.

One of the creatures materialized in front of him, barring the way. It spread its multiple arms –

- something enormous plummeted down from above and smashed into the Pokemon. Mysterious powers or not, an impact like that would hurt.

"Keep going kid!" He heard pianolady yelling from above. Somehow, she'd shoved the piano down the hole just in time to safe him. "Get out of here! Get out…for the rest of us – "

Her voice suddenly cut off.

Will kept running. Frantic, panicked, he made his way back to the rear section of the upper deck. The fresh air was a godsend, and he took a quick moment to take a breather and look for a way out. All he needed was a boat, or a raft or…or even a big piece of wood would do!

But he was too slow. That same purple-haired woman leapt up from a hole in the deck, barring his way.

Will skidded to a halt. He might have able to take her under normal circumstances, but he had no clue what her capabilities were. She had to have a full team of Pokemon with her, and all he had was a pair of lungs half filled with smoke and a heart that was running on the dredges of adrenaline. Not exactly ideal, but he only had to break through –

He heard boots stepping on the floor right behind him. That same dark-skinned man he saw being chased before now stood right behind him. Tall and muscled, the man oozed confidence and control. He had his hands in his pockets, seemingly ready to pull either a Pokeball, or a gun.

Shit shit shit –

"It's over," the woman laughed. "You have nowhere else to go. Unless you prefer swimming?"

Will slowly turned his shoulder to her, trying to keep the both of them in his eyes. Swimming…his mother had told him to escape, and live. If it came down to it…!

"That was a heartfelt speech kid, but this is the real world," the other man spoke with a deep, gravelly voice. Then, together with the woman, the two of them lunged for Will –

A boat raced by the deck, only meters away from the sinking Oceana. The two thugs stopped in their tracks and turned to look.

Above them, something gave an ear-piercing shriek. Will barely had the time to register what was going on before a pair of large, sharp talons clutched his shoulders. Something pulled him up into the sky with incredible velocity. Below him, the S.S. Oceana rapidly disappeared from view…and his mother with it.

~~~~~~~(II)~~~~~~~

Author's Notes: I actually had this chapter ready to go when I posted the prologue, but keeping in mind with the idea of a novelization, I had to keep this one separate. Expect larger and more substantial chapters from on here out.

Because this is a novelization, it won't be a hundred percent identical to the game. I'm planning on adding the sections and interactions that people didn't get to see, getting some insight in what other characters were doing during critical plot moments.

Anyway, a big thank you to my first reviewers and followers! It really means a lot to me.