bloodstained: prologue vs chapter one
It’s been eight years since I killed my brother. Eight years and I still think about it: the bullet, hard, penetrating his skull, the sound of the skin being ripped and blood spattering the wall behind him with the grace of a virtuoso. In that cursed moment a cold shiver shot me when I realised that my expression reflected his: terror in the wide open blue eyes, disbelief in the trembling mouth. Am I a murderer?










