Clementine
Just like we had planned, we were luring him again, but this time we were making sure we were in a completely different area and there were no white crusaders or anybody else around us. It was just the three of us. Both Yorick and Troy were hiding behind big trees while I was casually walking around, trying to hum a melody. And then, just like we had suspected, the minute I was alone, he appeared again, and this time it wasn't playing any flute. He was just staring at me. He had his horns on fire, his eyes full of pain.
