The Rapture dream is over, but in waking - I am reborn. This world is not ready for me, yet here I am. It would be so easy to misjudge them. You are my conscience, Father, and I need you to guide me. You will always be with me now, father. Your memories, your drives. And when I need you, you'll be there, whispering on my shoulder. If Utopia is not a place but a people, then we must choose carefully. For the world is about to change. And in our story, Rapture was just the beginning.