I DON'T OWN IB!
Authors Note: This story is in Ib's P.O.V. but may change to garrys in special chapters :D
~Prologue~
In the early afternoon under a grey sky my parents and I were on our way to an art gallery.
"Did you remember everything Ib?" asked mother I nodded in response. "Oh do you have your handkerchief? The one you got for your birthday?" I nodded again. "Keep it safe in your pocket ok"