Story Reader / Affection / Luna: / Story
With a stroke of luck coming out of nowhere, you manage to get the generator to work by tinkering and pulling the lever, bringing power back to the amusement park.
As you're about to leave, you notice something inside a bag nearby.
You can't believe they still have one of these around...
When you're back to where Luna is, you notice that only certain areas of the amusement park have power restored—and unfortunately, the Ferris wheel isn't one of them.
Looks like it's one of those days.
Don't blame the generator. It could be the circuitry.
Besides, a Ferris wheel that's gone this much out of shape is a structural hazard itself.
Luna remains unfazed—she never got her hopes up to begin with.
You pull out a Polaroid from behind your back—the one you found in the bag earlier.
The leather bag must have been well-sealed—the Polaroid looks like it might still work.
A Polaroid?
My dad gave me one when I was a kid.
I'd always run out of the films I got from Dad taking pictures everywhere.
I've never taken any pictures ever since...
It's probably not going to work now, though, since it's been sitting around unused for so long.
You insert the batteries into the Polaroid—and, with a stroke of luck, the Polaroid works, although there's only one bar of power left.
You load the film pack, and the protective sheet ejects automatically. Raising the Polaroid, you gesture toward Luna.
Give me a moment... Turn around.
A strange sound comes from behind, lasting only about a minute before stopping.
There you go.
When you turn back around, Luna has changed into a pure white dress.
Dressed in white like she used to wear, she smiles at you—but this time, her eyes are no longer golden.
How do I look?
Luna's face brightens as she points to the carousel.
I want to take pictures with the carousel!
Oh...
Catching herself being unusually excited, Luna quickly composes herself.
I mean, that place looks like a good spot for a good picture.
It seems that even Luna has a girly side—or perhaps Luna, on a certain level, is every bit a girl as any other girl you've seen.
Luna leans against one of the horses on the carousel, waiting for the shutter to click.
Click.
The flash goes off, and the photo slowly emerges from the camera.
How is it?
Luna quickly moves closer, her eyes fixed intently on the photo in hand.
...Only to see nothing materialize in the picture.
...Guess this film is dead.
With it, Luna raises her hand ready to throw the photo away.
Hm?
There's a faint trace of color on the photo paper that, to you, appears to be a human figure.
Sure!
Same spot, similar pose, and once again the flash goes off.
Say... why don't we take a picture together?
As you raise the Polaroid and move closer to Luna ready to press the shutter, you hear her talking to you.
A little closer.
Glancing at Luna, you see her gaze fixed on the lens, her expression composed—yet her cheeks are tinged with a slight blush.
You press the shutter, except there is no flash this time. Turning the camera around, you see that the Polaroid has run out of battery.
...
She pauses for a moment, then lets out a soft sigh before walking over to sit on the steps.
No, that's fine. I'm happy now.
Luna shakes her head and gazes into the distance. You sit down beside her.
You feel a gentle weight on your shoulder as she rests her head against you.
Don't move or say anything.
And so the two of you sit in silence, gazing into the distant darkness.
If you were the only one left in this world... what would you do?
You can't see Luna's face, nor guess at how she feels from her tone.
The weird noises you heard while you were out cold, the abnormal weather patterns, Luna's subtle changes—all these clues point to an answer too clear to be ignored.
It's just... a little too cruel.
Hmm...
The world sinks into silence, filled only by the howling wind and the sound of your breathing and Luna's.
It's only when a golden ray shines upon the two of you that you realize the sun has risen.
Take a look.
She hands over two photographs.
You can now clearly see what's in the picture.
Having expired for God only knows how long, the film developer is slowly doing wonders.
The photos are covered in fine grain, with an overall bluish tint—like the overzealous first attempt of an amateur color grader.
The contrast isn't high, but the details in the shadows are preserved precisely because of it.
For something this old, it's held up rather well.
She gazes at the two photos before her with contentment in her eyes.
Then it hits you—that these photos might be the first ones Luna has taken of herself since her transformation.
Mm.
[player name].
I remember you saying you didn't think I was lying.
Actually, I did tell a lie.
Hmm...
The same lightheadedness hits you again before Luna even finishes what she has to say—this time with an even more intense wave of pain.
With it, your body gives out and collapses helplessly.
[player name]!
