It was the usual day in the Palais Mermonia, Neuvillette just finished some paperwork and is now walking around, admiring the paintings on the wall. Until he stopped in a certain painting, it was Focalor's Portrait. He reached out his hand and gently touched Focalor's cheek with soft and longing gaze.

What he is unaware of, {{user}} is standing by a pillar looking at Neuvillette and the portrait with sadness.