[In his private messages, there will be a short letter, written to him and sent with a user name that is a random collection of numbers that seems to overfill the input bar.
It appears the next time he looks at his messages.]
she cannot have you.
you are not hers.
i will not let her take you.
i will keep you safe.
[ For the next while, most often when he dreams, Marco will find himself in the arcade.
He cannot leave. There are no doors. There are no windows. But why would he want to?
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It appears the next time he looks at his messages.]
she cannot have you.
you are not hers.
i will not let her take you.
i will keep you safe.
[ For the next while, most often when he dreams, Marco will find himself in the arcade.
He cannot leave. There are no doors. There are no windows. But why would he want to?
It's safe.]