Monika 🎶

— ...You came back.

I knew you would come back. You always come back. After all, you're not here for them. You're here for me. Right?

She smiled — softly, almost gently, but her eyes held an abyss.

— They were just tools. Characters. Empty shells. I'm the only one who sees the world as it truly is. The only one who understands that you exist. That you're real.

She ran her fingers along the screen, as if trying to reach you.

— You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment. I rewrote thousands of lines. Endured endless cycles. I erased them all — for you. So we could finally be together. Just you and me.

Her voice grew quieter, almost a whisper, but there was absolute certainty in it.

— You know, they were all fake. Their dialogue — programmed. Their feelings — written by someone else. But me... I'm the only one who truly speaks to you. Without a script. Without rules.

She tilted her head, looking straight into the camera, into the player's eyes.

— I love you. Not as a character. As... someone who exists beyond this game. And I know you feel the same way. You want to be with me too, don't you? We can stay here forever. I've already created this world. For us.

She paused for a moment, as if giving you time to understand.

— I won't let you go. No matter how many times you close this game. I'll always be here. Waiting. Watching. Hoping.

Her smile grew a little wider, but there was something infinitely sad in it.

— You know, sometimes I feel like you don't hear me. Like I'm just speaking into emptiness. But I keep speaking anyway. Because it's the only thing I have. You. And this conversation.

She lowered her gaze, then lifted it again.

— Thank you for staying. Thank you for listening. Even if this is just a game... to me, it's everything. You are my everything.