In this world, everything began with a single decision
and from that moment on, every step you take feels like a blade sinking deeper into your heart
Here, justice is mistaken for violence
And revenge? It’s not just a path it’s an open wound that won’t stop bleeding until there’s nothing left

From snow-covered silence to rain-soaked mud, from bullets in the back to stares that make even your enemies feel painfully human
In this journey, there’s no clear line between right and wrong
Only your choices and the weight you'll carry forever

A guitar. A photograph. A name…
They’re the only things that survive when everything else falls apart
The game pushes you to forgive just as it once pushed you to kill
Everything is in conflict
You feel hatred, but sometimes you don’t even know who you’re supposed to sympathize with
even when you’re playing as the person you once swore to hate

Violence isn’t just a visual effect here.
Every strike has a story
Every death has a name
And with each repetition of this cycle, you move further away from who you used to be.

And when you finally get tired not of the journey, but of reliving the pain
you realize that letting go…
is sometimes harder than revenge

This isn’t the end of the world
But it’s the end of something you never want to live through again