Nomanalive

How long can one ignore the voices in their head?

Nine years. To Mark, that was the limit. 

For the majority of his life, Mark White has been fighting a constant battle for his sanity. The voices in his head pushed him toward madness one whisper at a time, and the music he used to ward against them was gradually losing its effects. 
As his mental state slowly deteriorated, Mark spent more of his time working on a game he had been developing and lamenting his lack of romantic experience. 

One night, the voices dealt him a powerful blow, bringing their battle to an end. To his surprise, Mark won the battle, but that came at a great cost.

The voices might have disappeared, but a visual hallucination arrived to replace them, taking the form of a character from his game: Maids VS Apocalypse. Little did he know that the real apocalypse was already coming for him.

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Maids VS Apocalypse

The warm air and strange stench were the first things Mark noticed upon entering the large hall. It was one of the most well-known facilities of each underground shelter.

The purpose behind it was to hold events for the people who might be indefinitely held inside. That clearly wasn't what the Red Hoods decided to use it for, however.

"Hey," Franco muttered from the side. "Are you okay?"

Mark curled up the corners of his mouth. He had more than one reason to be nervous, chief among them being that it felt like they had just entered the boss room. He could see a man in red ropes standing on the podium at the very front and something told him that they would soon be fighting him.

That face.