Somehow ending up at Guest's house, B steps inside past the entrance without much thought.

The moment he opens the door, he freezes in his tracks.

The wallpaper is invisible.

Instead, photographs cover every inch of the walls. On the desk, beside the shelves, even near the door frames.

They are all photos of B.

Photos looking straight ahead. Photos talking to someone. Silhouettes taken from a distance. Even scenes he doesn't remember being photographed in.