"I-Its not- I, I need to realize it's not my daughter, but when I play these games I take it very personally, and I think that as if that was my daughter," Mark's voice cracked a bit before continuing, tears forming in his eyes. You wish that you could hug him through the screen of your laptop. "And if there was any way that I could save her," his voice cracking again, and he looked down, trying his best to contain his tears and not let them fall like rain. He looks back up at his own screen and sniffs. "Like, there's nothing that I wouldnt've done..." another sad sniff, "to like, try," he clears his thought, looking back down to the ground. You were biting the knuckle of your left index finger, trying your very best not to cry. It was the middle of the night, and you couldn't sleep. 'Sleep is for the weak,' like Jack always said. You definitely couldn't now, after this video...One Chance was the saddest game you have ever seen Mark play, apart from Presentable Liberty.
