It's dark. Noctis would be forgiven for not noticing the walls closing in, the endless space in the darkness shrinking around him. But maybe he'll notice when the cold walls press in against him, his back and arms. The air is colder, staler. The world shrinks into a shape barely large enough for the two forms crumpled on the floor.

Soon, trapped in bare darkness, Noctis will find him cramped in a coffin with his father.