Once upon a time, in a quiet town named Ombra, lived a man named Mobin. Mobin was an introverted and deeply thoughtful individual. His entire existence revolved around his passions, particularly the realms of psychology and literature. Among his many interests, Mobin harbored an unyielding admiration for the works of Kinoko Nasu and his visual novel, Tsukihime. One day, Mobin stumbled across an announcement that sent his heart racing with excitement. Tsukihime Remake was finally being released! The mere thought of immersing himself in the beautifully crafted world lit a fire within his soul. Unable to contain his joy, Mobin eagerly shared the news with his closest friend, Godot. Godot, a fellow enthusiast, shared Mobin's enthusiasm for Tsukihime. Together, they would spend hours engaging in passionate discussions about the intricacies of the characters and the profound themes presented in the visual novel. They eagerly awaited the release of the remake, longing to experience the story in its entirety once more. Days turned into weeks, and still, there was no sign of Tsukihime Remake. Mobin grew increasingly restless, constantly checking for any updates or news regarding the release. He endlessly refreshed the website, awaiting the moment when he could finally dive into its pages. One fateful afternoon, as Mobin sat alone in his room, he received a message from Godot. Trembling with excitement, he read the words that shattered his dreams. "I can't wait for the Farside routes to release," it read. Mobin's heart sank and fear gripped his soul. The words echoed in his mind, reverberating like a deranged mantra. Farside routes, Farside routes. He pleaded with Godot, desperate for an explanation. "Why must we wait again? The Remake is here, we can finally delve into its beauty!" Mobin's voice quivered with a mix of confusion and desperation. Godot's response was cryptic, filled with an air of mystery. "The Farside routes hold secrets yet to be unraveled. It's where the true essence of the story lies." Mobin couldn't comprehend Godot's words. His passion transformed into an all-consuming madness. The anticipation, the waiting, it was too much for his fragile mind. Days turned into weeks once more, but this time, the seconds dragged on like painful eternities. The lines between reality and fantasy blurred within Mobin's twisted psyche. His thoughts became consumed by a single, obsessive mantra: Farside routes, Farside routes. One fateful night, Mobin found himself standing outside Godot's house. His eyes glowed with a sinister, unhinged glimmer as he clutched a knife, his grip tightening with every passing second. He had finally lost touch with his sanity. As he sneaked into Godot's room, the darkness swallowed him whole. Shadows danced on the walls, whispering twisted promises of satisfaction. Mobin approached Godot's trembling figure, his eyes glazed over with a mix of insanity and despair. "You betrayed me," Mobin whispered, his voice barely audible in the night's oppressive silence. "You promised me the Remake, but all you desired were the Farside routes." Fear enveloped Godot, his words trapped in his throat. Mobin, driven by his unbearable madness, plunged the knife into Godot's chest. The room filled with a haunting silence, broken only by the sound of Godot's last gasp for air. As the deed was done, Mobin collapsed to his knees, tears streaming down his face. Reality returned in a painful rush, the weight of his actions crashing upon him like a tidal wave. In that moment, Mobin realized the true cost of his madness. His love for Tsukihime had devoured him, its absence driving him to the edge of madness. The tragedy of Mobin and Godot would forever haunt the town of Ombra, a grim reminder of the consequences of lost dreams and shattered sanity. And so, the story of Mobin stands as a cautionary tale, a reminder that the pursuit of one's passions should never come at the cost of one's sanity, for it is a tragic road paved with despair and the untold anguish of lost souls.