"You know what's kind of creepy?" Monika suddenly asked. "Even though I deleted everyone else's files, I can still kind of feel them . . . It's like all their lines are still lingering in the air, whispering in the back of my head. Imagine if after someone you knew died, you just started hearing their voice in your head. Maybe I just wasn't thorough enough . . ."

So . . . that's Mr. Cow, and in the mirror stares back at me a pair of cerulean eyes framed by a mop of coral-pink hair. Follow me as I experience the simulated universe of DDLC through the eyes of Sayori.