Swsssh. A thin breeze floated through the room, and Ib released a shiver. Standing, the young girl decided to continue forwards. As her hand was about to wrap around the other exits handle, a book fell off one of the shelves. Surprised, she jumped, her eyes locking onto the inanimate object. "A…..book?" she thought aloud, walking towards the item in question. Picking it up, she looked at the cover. "The history of Guertena. . .?" she read it aloud. Flipping through it, she thought she saw a flash of a face of a young girl with blonde hair. Turning the pages backwards, looking for it, she saw nothing, and sighed.

The book's pages fell onto the Forgotten Portrait's information, and her eyes widened. It must've been an odd coincidence. Looking through the information she noticed all of it was blank. Confused, she put the book back in its spot, and heard a splatter. Quickly spinning on her heels, Ib took a quick look around the room, seeing a large collection of dripping blue paint on the wall near and on the door. 'Something is forgotten, something is replaced, hurry and remember Ib, before it's too late~' the wording was scribbled messily in the bluish ocean of ink. With a sigh, Ib quickly opened the door, stepping into an entirely different corridor, though it was quite similar to the last.

Within seconds, she noticed an odd scent in the hall, a mix of paint, and the metallic scent of blood. Eyes searching for the source of the smell, Ib cautiously walked, until she began to hear a repetitive 'Drip, Drip, Drip' coming from farther down the seemingly endless path. As she continued, she found herself running, panicked and searching, but for what? She had no clue, but she kept continuing on down the path, having no other choice.

Every time she saw a painting, she would duck or dash past them, not wanting to have another encounter with The Lady In Red….or something worse. It was like a constant nightmare, one she knew there was no escape from. Still, instead of panicking too much, Ib courageously pressed onwards. The sound often disappeared, or seemed far away, but there was no other real choice but forwards, so the young girl never even considered going back to where she'd been.

After a bit, Ib finally stopped, turning a corner, and she was in a small clearing. It was engulfed with blue roses, and all that sat in the area besides them were a table and a vase, that held a thin, elegant red rose. Without any real thought, Ib ran to the red rose, picking it up. Seeing a small collection of overly familiar azure toned paint, the young Ib inspected it, keeping the rose in one hand. 'Welcome back to the game Ib, don't forget to protect your rose, and follow the path of blue~' it said, once again, oddly cryptic.

With a sigh, Ib tucked the flower into the pocket of her blouse, listening to the painted message. Its words were cryptic, but she had an odd feeling that it all was very, very familiar. The entire predicament worried her, so she left the clearing, following the path of roses that led her away from the previous areas she'd come from. As she kept walking, she came to find a trail of small blue petals. Something caught in her chest, and she KNEW she'd seen this somewhere before. Without thought, she ran even faster, following the petals until finally, she found it, or rather, him. The lavender-haired man from the Forgotten Portrait, his chest rising and falling, showing he was alive. Not even realizing it, Ib unconsciously muttered a single word. "Garry?"