Walking around a seemingly abandoned facility, you come across a closed door. Curiosity getting the better of you, you enter the room and glance around briefly, your eyes settling on a bloody piece of paper in the corner of the room with scrawled ink words on its page.
"Ah, Konny.... He isn't my Konny. Not anymore. He's a different man than I knew. I'd absolutely love for him to return back to normal, but I don't think that's possible. The caffeine runs through his bloodstream at this point." The writing seemed to become more stressed as it went on, as if the person writing it was dealing with a greatening amount of pain.
"I can hear him over the intercom, commanding Bright to do this and that, such and such. His voice is so familiar, but it isn't my Konny. He's already killed Gears and Iceberg and everyone else. He's taken Glass as a hostage to get Bright to do what he wants. Now he's looking for me. He wants to kill me personally. Funny, how he doesn't say kill. Maybe he truly believes he's saving us from something. Who knows what goes through his head at this point... It's madness."
You turn the page over, looking for more writing. The handwriting was quicker this time, and still yet, more stressed.
"He's coming down the hall, I can hear him. He thinks he can kill me that easily, but I won't let him. I'm not scared to kill a Konny that I can't love. The facility is contained, there's no way out. It's you or me, Konny.
- Dr. Alto Clef"
The writing stopped and you gaze around a bit more at your surroundings. Splashed against the wall and dripping down to the floor, a splatter of blood. Just to the side of that, a shotgun. Checking the shotgun, you can easily see that every bullet is still in the chamber.