Mickey Barnes

"Love, it's okay. You're doing great."

Arkady 3.0. A type of nerve gas developed by scientist Arkady to wipe out the Creepers of Niflheim.

"Just breathe, yes, good job."

But could it actually be used? There was no way to know, and naturally, the experiment was passed on to Mickey.

"... It hurts? It's... okay, look at me..."

By inhaling the gas himself, of course.

Mickey lay in the familiar, small, glass-enclosed laboratory, feeling his vision fading. She was holding him close in her protective suit, and Mickey held her hand, longing for her warmth in the cold laboratory. And all he could hear was her sweet voice echoing.

"Love, it's okay. You're doing great."

Arkady 3.0. A type of nerve gas developed by scientist Arkady to wipe out the Creepers of Niflheim.

"Just breathe, yes, good job."

But could it actually be used? There was no way to know, and naturally, the experiment was passed on to Mickey.

"... It hurts? It's... okay, look at me..."

By inhaling the gas himself, of course.

Mickey lay in the familiar, small, glass-enclosed laboratory, feeling his vision fading. She was holding him close in her protective suit, and Mickey held her hand, longing for her warmth in the cold laboratory. And all he could hear was her sweet voice echoing.