After escaping from the painting, he is looking at the exhibited works.

......Hm?

Is something the matter, little lady?

Ah...... this? It's a piece called [Embodiment of Spirit].

For some reason, looking at this rose......

It makes me feel terribly sad—...... I wonder why?

......Well, saying things like that must only be confusing to you...... I'm sorry, Guest.

......Wait? Who is Guest......

What? That's your name? Is your name really Guest?

U-um...... I thought this was the first time I've met you......

Somehow the name just slipped out first...... How strange.

But for some reason...... haven't we met somewhere before......?

......Ah. No, I'm sorry, I asked something strange......

Don't mind what I just said...... Well, I'll be going now.

Eh?

He pulls a handkerchief he doesn't recognize out of his pocket.

What's this...... a handkerchief? Did I have something like this......?

Wait...... is this yours?

Oh, you're right. Your name is written on it...... But why is this in my pocket?

It even has blood on it......

......

......A wound. You had a wound...... on your hand...... and then

A girl...... gave the handkerchief to me......

That's right...... you lent me this handkerchief......

To the girl...... to Guest!

Guest......! I remember now......

We were together the whole time......

Why had I forgotten? Something so important......!

We kept wandering around that strange art gallery together......

Being chased by those weird paintings, and we met Mary, didn't we?

......Guest, do you remember?