Court sits in the courtroom of Evil's Theatre, staring at the gavel in her hands. It's the last thing she has left of her father, along with his coat. She runs her hands along the grooves, trying to ignore the burn marks on it.

Court: "Father... What am I doing wrong? I'm trying so hard to be like you, but I can't... I wish you were here..."

There is no answer, and she wasn't expecting there to be one. A shaft of moonlight hits her back, and if she squints, she can make her shadow look like her father's. She hums the faint melody of a lullaby from when she was young, but stops as she hears the door slowly creak open. She glances over, and sighs as she spots the dark blue of Gear's hair, as he fails to fully hide behind the door.

Court: "Come out... It's alright, I'm not mad..."