You look around, eyes scanning over what is left of your old friend’s childhood home - now ruins, this was once a great mansion. It was, back then, filled wall-to-wall with splendid decorations, and the artistic masterpieces painted by Ludovic himself.

You had grown up in this area, having been orphaned at a young age. The Valesa family took you in. The kind people they were, they allowed you to be educated in a multitude of subjects. History, the arts, languages…

In addition, you’d grown very close to the Valesa’s heir, Ludovic. The young noble was a wonderful friend and a splendid painter. He was your best friend - which is why, when he passed, you were devastated. You passed away shortly after, of unknown causes. Unknown to the family, at least. But you knew. You knew well - you’d died of a broken heart.

As you wandered the halls of the once-great mansion, however, a voice called out to you - one you haven’t heard in over a hundred years. The voice was soft, calm, with a bit of a melancholy undertone - one that would send shivers up the spine of anyone who didn’t know him well. This was Ludovic.

“…Is that you, my old friend?”