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Michel tells Giselle that anything he touches, loses its life. He demonstrates with a butterfly.

She refuses to be repulsed by this, and insists that she stay there with him. She fears loneliness most of all, and since they have similar problems with being rejected by society, they can remain together where no one will bother them.

To not be able to touch anyone, for any reason... I can't fathom it.

Giselle confesses to Michel that she loves him, and he adioses for a few days, holed up in his room. She apologizes and says she'll take her leave if he wants, but he encourages her to do what SHE wants - to stay or go.

There's weird text, not in red that reads 'aaaaah ah ah ah aaaaaaaaaah' in the backlog when Giselle is invited to enter Michel's room. I've been checking it frequently but aside from the typical dialogue redactions, nothing's come up. Michel gives Giselle a bell necklace that she can wear, signaling her location throughout the mansion and keeping them safely apart so he doesn't accidentally take her life with a single touch.

Repeating letters/oddly spaced white text reads,'Images are slithering into my head replacing memories before they can surface aaah ah ah ah stop'

Michel talks about how the windows are rusted shut and have been ever since he can remember. Giselle confesses that she is sensitive to light, so it is better for her in the dark.

Red text: "Ahahahaha... What a beautiful story. Much better than the real thing, is it not, my dear?"

And squishy background sounds. Ugh. There are red streaky distortions that flash across the image of the game now. Eugh. I don't like where this is going. It kinda freaks me out, like there's something wrong with my computer.
Michel teaches her to read, and eventually they are reading together, at a safe distance, of course. Giselle, hearing that Michel is not that into fiction, picks up an adventure storybook called 'The Witch'. Apparently, you can seek out a witch's assistance in solving a problem, but it may come at a terrible price. This old legend, Giselle supposes, is why she is treated with fear and scorn, as a witch. They recognize a phrase in the legend about finding the witch by 'ascending to the heavens' or something. The story goes that the mansion Michel lives in is the one the witch was born in, so it would stand to reason that the observation tower might lead to the 'heavens' being mentioned.

Oh, no, is this the freaking PLACE? I don't even know what to say, but the weird background window when they reach the top of the tower looks like the background for one of Mell's creepy visions where he wanted to help a girl but couldn't or something, I'm not remembering it clearly. Nope. Nope nope nope.

Looks like there has been some construction, covering a window perhaps? But Michel doesn't know why they would do that. The thin ray of light coming from the existing window falls on Giselle and she's lovely!
Now ALL of their dialogue is redacted. Oh geez.

I'll talk about what happens between Michel and Giselle here, since there's a whole 'nother thing going on in the backlog. Giselle talks to Michel about being able to touch, but she says she doesn't mind not touching. They pretend an exercise where Michel holds out his hand and Giselle imagines him touching her face, her hair.
The narration indicates that sorrow is not far off, but it's House in Fata Morgana, is sorrow ever lagging behind?
White text: 'My dear friend... the two of us have MUCH more in common with each other than anyone else. We both sufered at others' hands- and we both deserve to have our vengeance.'

'Go on, what's the matter? Make this tale into your reality. Surrender yourself, in this moment, to this beautiful story and remain here in the mansion with Giselle. Watch, in this moment, this dream.'

'............ Who are you...?'

'Well, THAT'S a surprise. You actually have a conscious mind? And are you aware of who you are?'

'............'

'Ahaha... You know nothing.'

'Who... are you...?'

'Someone you once spent a great deal of time with.'

'............'

'I must say, I am impressed you made it back here, my dear... Your soul WAS ground into dust.'

'............'

'It will all come back to you eventually. And then I'll be there with you again, my dear... whispering into your ear for centuries to come. And this time, I will NOT fail... I'll mold your soul into the same shape as mine.'

'Ahaha... What a wonderful little show these puppets are putting on for us, wouldn't you say?'

'...Giselle... Giselle...?'

'Indeed, that is Giselle. The White-Haired Girl standing there is Giselle.'

'We once...read a book together... It was... by the fireplace...'

'You did not. Those memories are false. Books belong in the library. Why would they be by the fireplace?'

'Curse them. Slaughter them. Revile them. Inflict eternal suffering on all their souls. Take revenge on the fools who laughed as we agonized.'

A creepy man shows up in the night asking around about the legend of the witch. Giselle tries to appease him to no effect. Just as he's about to hurt her in a variety of ways, Michel emerges and springs into action, injuring the man and forcing him to take off into the night. The man cuts Michel's arm and in the darkness, some of his blood splashes on Giselle. That ain't good.

Giselle's life slowly ebbs away from her due to the effect of Michel's blood. She asks him to hold her hand now, and he refuses.

White text: 'Dark. Dark. Dark. It's dark. How long has it been dark here? How long have I been in the darkness? It's so cold here... Freezing... Where... Where could she have gone? Where could she... she... Giselle, yes... Her smile shines so bright it can cast away the darkness. I must take her hand... She's been calling for me... for so long... ...Take her hand? But I'm cursed... That would kill her... ............ ...No... ...no, nO, nO... ...thIS... tHiS IS aLL a LIE'

An angry mob comes back to kill the witch, Michel is distraught realizing that there's no way out of this one. Giselle urges him to hand her over to the mob, but he refuses. They agree to die together, to not abandon each other, no matter what happens. She tenderly asks for a final embrace, and he obliges. She dies there in his arms, and he lays her gently to one side, knowing that the mob who have already broken in will begin searching. He will not allow anyone to disturb her body. He goes out and closes the door behind him, offering himself up as the witch the mob seeks.

BRO. SHE'S NOT DEAD. AUGH. NO.

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