-------------------- Epilogue: The Best One? -------------------- You slam the double doors of the asylum open, and then bask in the fresh sunlight that you've been deprived of for so long. You're ready to leave the journey you just endured behind you. The world has taken so much from you, now it's time you take something back. After your release you visit Charles's grave. You tell him that you're sorry for not saving him, but that you'll avenge him if it's the last thing you do. You let the cigarette fall out of your mouth onto his grave, where the dying grass quickly catches fire. You walk towards your motorcycle as the blaze spreads, consuming whatever other forgotten souls lay in the decrepit lot. You decide to track down your dead beat dad. You find him in a broken down bar, his eyes glazed over as he watches the game. When he spots you out of the corner of his eye new life washes over his weary face and he rushes towards you with open arms. But as he gets close you clock him, and he falls down with a bloody nose. He looks up confused, and you deliver another blow. You tell him your story, about Charles's death, and how its all his fault. He begs you for forgiveness, you say nothing and walk away. Your mercy on him is all the forgiveness he deserves. You travel cross country to Vegas where you meet a plethora of indulgent pilgrims, and you and your new found buddies rack up quite a gambling debt. Your bookie comes to collect his due, but leaves with no more than a black eye. The next day three burly thugs approach you, you figure your luck has ran out once again. They make you an offer you can't refuse, and you begin to pay off your debt by working for the Mafia. The life treats you well, you enjoy punishing the intrepid worms that cross your path. You quickly work your way up the "corporate ladder" and find yourself within the gang leaders close circle of friends. You didn't even need to sleep your way up to the top. Of course in your free time you have your way with Vegas's top studs. You become particularly endeared with one, and he becomes your regular. But let's face it, you're no one man woman. You also enjoy gambling, and now your poker face is good enough that you actually make a large sum of money this way. Your salary pays for the finest wines, food, technology, you name it, that the world has to offer. While relaxing in your hot tub one day you become overcome with rage as you see on the TV that after a controversial parole hearing a felon convicted of murder is being released early for good behavior. Your mother... Is being release... for God damn good behavior!? You rush back to your home town, and confront her in your old home. She has the audacity to look you in the face after all this time. You stare at each other for a long time, saying nothing. Her cold eyes say nothing at all, and yet everything. She feels no remorse for her crimes. You grab your trusty flask of whisky and break the silence by offering her a drink. She begrudgingly accepts your peace offering. You mother downs a few shots, but still nothing, shes empty inside. You stand up and prepare to leave, when she puts her hand on your shoulder and says she's sorry. You turn around and splash the remaining whisky on her, dousing her clothes and face. You then take your lighter and throw it at her, setting her ablaze. She panics as her hair burns away quickly, but she manages to put herself out. The damage is done though, she'll have burn scars that will serve as an extra reminder of the past. If she feels no remorse for Charles's death, she'll at least feel remorse for letting you live. As you ride away from the sunset, you hum the tune of your fathers music box one more time.