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He was crying. Not with grief—with memory . And he was holding something: a frayed leather strap, the same one that had tied the photo to his wrist at the final campfire.

The game resumed. Not Insomnia. The Hammerhead garage. But wrong. The gas pumps were rusted through. Cindy’s cap lay on the ground like a fallen petal. And standing in the bay doors was Prompto, but his camera was gone. His arm was missing from the elbow down—not a combat injury, but a jagged, texture-less void, as if the model had simply forgotten to render a limb.

Aris tried to alt-tab. The screen flickered but held. Final Fantasy XV- Windows Edition -v1138403 A...

The screen went black. Then white text, old-style Final Fantasy pixel font:

He smiled anyway. Aris could hear his voice, not from speakers, but in his skull: “Hey. You kept coming back. That’s more than he did.” He was crying

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The camera turned.

There, at the edge of the gas station’s light, stood a man in a black suit. Pale. Thin. No Lucian crown, no Ring of the Lucii on his finger. But Aris knew him instantly.