Sneak Peek

This scene is specific to players with high detective skills. It changes based on morality. More spoiler-y than usual

HIGH MORAL

"Don't you feel anything? Your daughter is dead! She was killed brutally and she wasn't even out of her teens yet. Didn't you love her enough to protect her? To save her?" you demand.

She starts crying, swiping at you, "go away! Leave me alone you demon spawn!"

Your fingernails rip into her clothes, "I thought that even if you didn't love three of your kids, that you at least had a heart to love one of them. I thought this was grief that kept you up here but maybe it's been guilt all along because you served up a daughter who loved you on a silver platter. Why have all these kids? To make them suffer like you? WHERE IS YOUR LOVE FOR ANYONE WHO ISN'T YOURSELF?!"

Tears and snot fall down her face and you stop. You look down at your hands. What are you doing? You don't want to be this. Regardless of what she's done, you don't want to get revenge against a weeping defenseless woman.

LOW MORAL

"You always said I was the problem. That I was a demon spawn sent to punish you and you know what maybe I am," you spit.

She starts crying, swiping at you, "go away! You fucking monster!"

You dig your nails into her skin and smile coldly as she cries out in pain. "Yeah and what are you? A pathetic excuse for a woman, a piece of shit mother and a frigid gold-digging wife. No wonder father couldn't stand it and beat the shit out of you. That's the only use he found for you. Why kill Orla, huh? Jealous that she was younger and prettier? You couldn't take it that your beauty queen days were behind you, could you? But now what are you but a sad waste of human space, a wrinkled hag who no man would ever look twice at anymore?"

Tears burst forth from her eyes and you laugh. "Aw, poor Mommy is crying. Nice theatrics if it's real. If it's not, you really are pussy." You continue tormenting her, mimicking her cries and drawing her blood under your fingernails.

AMORALITY

"Look, I don't care about judging you. It's not why I'm here. It's not my job and I think you're already doing a good job of it yourself," you say.

She starts crying, swiping at you, "go away! You demonic waste of my ovaries!"

You sigh and let her go, she falls back onto the bed. Over her hysterics you talk, "this isn't going away y'know. You can't hide your head under the sand anymore and pretend nothing happened. Orla has been dead for two years. Others have died too. If you had said something, maybe this could've been avoided. You didn't and you'll have to live with that. That's your business, I just need you to answer me."

Tears burst forth from her eyes and you lean back on your heels. "I need you to focus. A lot of lives are potentially at stake. Can you please cry later? The longer you cry, the longer you'll have to tolerate me in your room."