(The man in the test tube seems to be in immense pain, clutching his chest with his hands and wincing.)

Cold...hurts...hard to...breathe.

Player: "Stay calm--I'll save you!"

Thirsty...please...

Paeru...I have to get to...Paeru....

Player: "Who's Paeru?"

Paeru...my son...

Please...thirsty...hurts...need wine...

Will you...help?

Player: Accept.

(He drinks with difficulty, spilling half of it.)

That...that's better. Please...take this letter...to Paeru...

(He slips away into unconsciousness. There's nothing more you can do for him.)

Player: "Don't worry...I'll find your son."

Hi, Daeva. Have you...have you seen my dad?

Player: "I have a letter for you."

Dad...! We have to help him...what can we do?