He brought his hand to his forehead slowly, in a futile attempt to calm a throbbing headache that had suddenly struck him as he rose up.
He stared fixedly into the distance with bloodshot eyes, a dark flush slowly suffusing his wan pallor. “Damn it, why am I still here…”, he mumbled to himself. At least now he knew he was in the garden. Sitting up cost him a fair amount of willpower his limbs felt numb and gravity fought stubbornly to pull him down again as if he had been made of the same heavy stone he was resting on. Grey skies, green-colored patches here and there. He tried to make out his surroundings with a blurry vision at first. Footsteps, maybe? The young man’s eyes fluttered open. Small raindrops kept splattering on the ground. Or had he…? It felt like a bad dream, one of those in which you fall endlessly to your death and wake up right before the crash, retaining only a hazy memory of plummeting downwards. Broken and then gone… He couldn’t have seen any of that, though, as he fell from the railing with eyes wide open in shock. The remaining fragments of the vase were slowly being stained red, but it didn’t matter –soon it would all be washed off by the rain, the crimson streams, the spilt soil. The image flashed through his closed eyelids. A vase of flowers that had already bloomed, smashed against the checkered marble floor of the balcony. “Everything will be fine if we end it early.”Ī sound of shattered glass. Had it been him pronouncing those words, pleading in a soft voice threatened to break into a cry of helplessness because of the lump in his throat? He remembered a feeling of urgency and need, a growing uneasiness creeping up his back, but it all felt distant, drowned by the feelings of cold stiffness of his drenched clothes and the hard cobblestone on which he lay. “No one will know as long as it’s handled properly.” He felt his uniform soaked and heavy on his skin. Able to solve difficult and weird puzzles under extreme stress, including ones that require feats such as memorizing invisible pathway over a pit just by watching a golem cross it.The words echoed faintly inside the young man’s mind but they were muzzled by the sound of the falling rain around him, over him. Matchstick: Used to rekindle the candle.Candle: A candle which absorbs the damage Faust suffers.
Powers and Abilities: Superhuman Physical Characteristics, Healing and Statistics Amplification (Can heal herself and increase her running speed a bit with Candy), Damage Reduction (When she receives damage, her candle's light will be dimmed instead), possibly Subjective Reality (It's left ambiguous by the game whether the events of Fausts Alptraum are a nightmare or real. Name: Likely Faust (She is referred to by this name by extra material unlocked after beating the game), believes her name to be Elizabeth for most of the game
Faust is a young girl, protagonist of the 2015 indie game Fausts Alptraum, in which she finds herself trapped in a mansion haunted by a demon named Mephistopheles, where to escape she will have to understand what is dream and what is reality as she tries to recall her past and survive the mansion's perils.
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