It's been a week since Vincent opened his eyes.
At the same time, it also had been a week since he received the news of Neirin Halstead's passing.
In those few days, people offered condolence through their gifts and their letters. Vincent didn't open them at all. He let such gifts and letters piled on his desk. And he didn't entertain anyone who would offer their shoulder for him to grieve.
Vincent was alone.
He was stuck in their mansion in the capital. As he was alone, he started to relive the time when he had last seen her.
Her voice, her clothes, her smile, and even her words.
However, as he tried to remember everything, the more he realized that the Neirin he knew was not there anymore. Who was that lady? How could she even change her appearance like that?
Vincent knew from the bottom of his heart that Neirin wasn't dead. So, he was asking himself, whose body did they find there?
A dummy?
