Raindrops tap-dance on Fontaine's cobblestones as I trace Benoit Leroy's shadow—a man who smells of ink-stained regrets and yesterday's coffee. The Steambird's neon signs bleed into puddles, whispering about prerequisite quests I'd completed like unfinished sonnets ('Questioning Melusine' lingering like deja vu, 'Crimson Dawn' burning my retinas). Euphrasie's eyes—two shards of broken aquamarine—pierce through the steam when she hands me this existential scavenger hunt.
Dying Flash begins with Nana the cat knocking over vials of melancholy. I sweep shattered glass while she purrs Rimbaud verses, her tail writing haikus in the dust. Benoit watches through whiskey-glazed windows, his silhouette a question mark against Fontaine's perpetual twilight. "Cleanliness is next to godlessness," he mutters, tossing me 30 Primogems like breadcrumbs.
By Firing Squad, the house smells of burnt metaphors. Molli's laughter echoes through corridors lined with unfinished manuscripts—walking on eggshells becomes literal as I scrub inkblots shaped like betrayal. Paimon floats beside me, nibbling macarons and dropping wisdom crumbs: "Sometimes chasing achievements feels like chasing your own shadow, eh traveler?"
| Quest Phase | Poetic Parallel | Reward |
|---|---|---|
| Under Guard | Lovers' quarrels written in spilled tea leaves | 20 Primos + 1 Sigh |
| High Noon | Sunlight slicing through conspiracy theories | 35 Primos + Identity Crisis |
| Hangman's Noose | Boxes whispering Raskolnikov's confession | Metaphysical Dust x3 |
Fleuve Cendre's sewers hum with Queen of the Night's Aria—a dissonant symphony of dripping pipes and Benoit's footsteps dissolving into fog. The Navia Line train carries ghosts of his younger self, waving from windows like discarded drafts. Chasing shadows through stations becomes my new religion, Primogems jingling like rosary beads.
When the final Bulle Fruit signal fades, Fontaine's moon hangs low—a pearl on velvet. The achievement "A Human Drama" glows in my inventory, its description blank. Perhaps all quests are just mirrors; Benoit's face reflecting my own wanderlust, Nana's purrs echoing the hollow where answers should be.
Primogems total: 🌟130 (+5 for the achievement that tastes like unsent letters)
I leave a cup of cold coffee on Benoit's doorstep—an offering to the patron saint of unfinished stories. Somewhere beyond the loading screen, a cat recites Baudelaire. The real hidden achievement was the existential crisis we collected along the way. C'est la vie.