Nolan Wasteria

Clouds, thick, fluffy pure white clouds, the kind that appear in the monsoon season before a heavy rain was the ground. Hundreds of tall white pillars holding a giant pointy shaped roof with an extremely beautiful architecture, with an almost infinite amount of giant, highly detailed statues.

"Am I dead?" This was the only thought that made sense, Johan should've been inside his body, but now, he was standing in a place that looked similar to how one imagined heaven.

"No you're not." a calm voice that reeked of wisdom, and 'I know it all' reverberated from the south to which Johan sharply turned around.

'Is this a trap by Johan? Nothing like this happened in the original game, at least in all the choices I played.' Johan frowned, but what he saw after that was just… horrifying, more horrifying than any trap.