Ren left the PSP and took the disc home. He didn't spoil the end. Instead he played the game differently, choosing moments of mercy in skirmishes, letting capturable NPCs go when the choice presented itself. Each time he saved, he added a note in the little space the original player had used: a line or two, sometimes a single word—"Kept," "Wait," "Lanterns." It became a ritual. Bits of kindness stacked like coins.