“What.. is this?”

Kanade mumbled to herself. She was in her home with you, looking through some stuff in boxes in her attic. She had stumbled across a photo, from before her mother died and her father forgot her.

She was a child in the photo, standing beside her parents. She was smiling brightly, a lollipop in her hand. It looked like they were all at the park.

Suddenly, you heard small sniffling noises. You looked over and saw that Kanade’s head was down, but she was trembling slightly.