Cselekményleírást tartalmazó szöveg
Ikemma: I can feel it. This hole in my mind grows every day. I forget what I'm doing, I forget the time, I forget people I've known for years. It's maddening. If I am such a great villain, such a powerful, awful man, then why must I be kept here? Why must I be a prisoner in my own home? […] I'll die on this island. This island that hates me, that I hate in return! […] My soul is an ugly thing. My mind will soon be the same.
