In a dark part of town, down a shadowy alley, a black figure walked. He moved slowly and aimlessly, his yellow eyes cast upon the ground – the only part of him visible in the night.
Nox felt like dirt. A reasonable emotion – he had, after all, turned in his friend to be brutally treated by the government. Possibly even murdered. All because it was his job. For the love of the Gods, who would have done that? Nobody but his own wretched self. Loathing clouding his thoughts, the dark-haired man kicked aside some pebbles and sat heavily on a street bench, his head falling into his hands. If she died, he’d be promoted, and never forgive himself. If she, by some miracle, survived, she’d come and kill him on the spot.

The Gods had abandoned him. They knew. He felt like a monster. A girl wrapped in sin – how could he still love her, wish he had done the right thing?

“Why so glum, kid?”

Great. Now he was hearing things.

“No, you’re not. Although I guess you could be.” A gruesome chuckle followed the sleek voice.

And who are you?

“Oh, Di didn’t tell you ‘bout me? Didn’t like you enough, I guess. Name’s Noir – well, one of ‘em.”

Why are you in my head?

“Oh, ain’t it obvious? Yours is so much more interesting than that pansy’s. Full a’ flowers and butterflies – just couldn’t get rid of ‘em. But you – angst, stupid decisions, dark secrets. I’m lovin’ it, kiddo. My work’s already half done!”

He didn’t have a retort. His brain was slowly connecting the dots – Di, the voice, him…

“Yep, that’s right, man. You may be getting; outta town, but you get a little souvenier first.”

You, I’m guessing.

“Yep. Forever.”

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And this would be the end of Nox. Because I left him with no room to develop, and he was way too depressing to play. XD Thought I'd offload Noir onto him, while I was at it, so Di can go abuot her business of being cheerful. Now then, for the last Diary.