Dead brother

Sam: Hi! Now you see me, right?

Task: Go through the kitchen in "ghosts" mode.

John just looks at the boy for a few seconds, petrified... And slowly sinks to the floor. Jenny sits down next to him, hugs, as if trying to protect against shock.

John: Sammy...

John reaches out, trying to touch the boy's forehead, but the fingers pass through him. Sam pulls away.

Sam: Hey, do not do that! Well, do not worry. I died long ago, you had already mourned my death.

John smiles weakly absently, fingering over the head of the ghost boy. It even seems to you that boy's hair strands move under the hand...

John: So when you came into my dreams. When you told me about some keeper?

Sam: Defender, that's Alastriona. In dreams! Well, almost. I just could not come to you openly, and none of the ghosts could. Only Leo came, but he was special. Almost like you, only he did too little, and you're too much.

John: Why not?

John is still trying to get the point of the speech, some sort of logic of the events. Probably, it allows him to not go crazy. Sam stamps his foot on the floor.

Sam: It bit me! This red thing. Because of her I died, and Leo, and all sorts of people. And you…

John: I'm alive.

Sam: Yeah. Just... I'm sorry! It asked me to tell you at the cemetery...

John: People do not value freedom. You'll teach them.

Sam: I do not know what you... What it was for you... I'm sorry!

John closes his eyes.

John: Puppeteer.

And you almost see a purple shadow separating from him. Beautiful tall man with puppets in his hands. With thread tied to his own body, and going up into the void. It melts. Man sighs. Shrugs.

John: Sorry. I liked him.

You completed the task and received some points of freedom and some tokens

Isami: I would love to say that I liked him too, and say goodbye to him, but he won't go so easy. He did not complete his mission. He hadn't killed Alice.