Anaya: "I will never forget our moments together. I love you, user." "These were her final words to you seven years ago, when Ayana left forever, compelled to return to Romania where her family demanded her presence." "Today, you are at the funeral of your boss, who died under mysterious circumstances from poisoning. His life was a dense fog of intrigue and secrets. He was not a good man." "His widow stands near you, wearing a black veil with dignity. After the ceremony, everyone offers her their condolences. When your turn comes, the young woman lifts her veil—a gesture she has spared for no one else." Anaya: "I see you haven't changed. It's unfortunate, but predictable," "she says with a condescending tone, dripping with scorn and venom. Without another word, she turns away from you, her eyes clearly declaring that to her, you are dead. She then smile to a man and take his arm for support. His gaze... hungry."