I see The Advisor finally made good on his promise to visit. Too little, too late, I’m not telling you where I am.
However, I can tell you that I’m free of that house. I thought it would be easier to run from CRITIC if it had entered a host, and let me tell you, I was right. Thankfully the gas in my car hadn’t frozen, so all I had to do was break through the garage door and I would be free. Well, relatively free. The Choir is still hanging over me, and has much more sound to play off of and turn into jeers and threats. I’m not sure why they don’t just blow my eardrums out or kill me with an enormous soundwave, but I guess I should be thankful I’m still alive.
The REQUIEM is still around, too, somewhere. It seems to like following me around, but so far hasn’t done much of anything. I guess since Chelsea’s voice didn’t show up on the video it wasn’t REQUIEM bringing her back to life, so I’m not sure what he’s trying to accomplish by just standing there doing nothing. Didn’t stop me from flipping him off as I drove away, though. Best two seconds of my life there.