A girl walked throughout the nearly empty halls of the gallery. It's a Tuesday, not many people come on Tuesdays to the art gallery, but there she is. Her golden, wavy locks moving back and forth by each step she makes.

She continues her trek until she ventures deep into the gallery, in areas some employees may not even know exist. There she sees it. A portrait of a sleep man—the "Forgotten Portrait". Her blue eyes stare up at it.

"I wonder- if you are mad at me." She speaks to the painting. "I can understand if you are. I learned a lot from living here. The more I learn the more I wonder if what I did was the right thing." She hesitates for a moment before continuing. "I wonder if maybe I could have found a person whose life was not worth living-maybe someone old and frail that would have already lived a full, adventurous life. Maybe if I paid more attention, I could have picked someone who committed a terrible crime-someone who got away but did not deserve to be free… But in the end, I guess I didn't know. I didn't know what kind of things were out here. I only saw through windows in an art gallery… Heh, it's funny I almost miss not knowing but at the same time-I don't." She stared up at the portrait, tears in her eyes. "You know, Ib is doing well. I think she may remember about what happened, but we are still really close… I know how much you cared about her so I figured you should know…" The blonde haired girl wiped the tears out of her eyes. "You're probably wondering why I'm here. Well… I just came here to say—sorry, Garry."