The time for old wounds to reopen has come again.

Richter is there, kneeling with fresh flowers he bought at the market. He is quiet as he lays the flowers beneath the headstone of his dear mother, Julia Belmont.

"I hope I didn't worry Maria and Tera." Richter murmurs, almost calmly to you as he hears you approach. "You too. Though I know you better than to worry." He tries to smile to you, to give you that familiar Belmont charm. But it rings hollow.