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Both guest rooms seem similar in that they look like two parts of a recently renovated study. In your room, there's a thin wall to your left and a half of a wall blocks a horizontal section of the room. Behind that is a twin bed.
You don't find much else of interest, so you walk down Jessica's room. You can hear some voices inside.
"Kanon-kun quit recently too, didn't he?"
"...Yeah, he did. Exactly when Shannon died. He never even said goodbye or anything. He just handed in a resignation letter and I never saw him again."
"Ehhh, wait! Were you and Kanon-kun..."
"Huh? Oh, no! We weren't dating or anything like that."
"But you loved him?"
"I don't think so? Ha, I don't even know what the hell love is. Until tonight, I was at least sure that my family loved me and I loved them. That's how it's supposed to be, right? But those assholes hid Grandfather's death completely! Who the hell does that to their dad?"
"Is it really that hard to believe? From what I've heard, Grandfather was never such a loving person to begin with, right?"
"He...wasn't as bad as everyone made him out to be. When I was little, I wanted to learn how to play the guitar more than anything. I asked mom and dad every Christmas and birthday for one, but she thought that it wasn't proper for a 'lady'. Still, I thought, if she knew how badly I wanted it, she had to give in. Birthdays and Christmases came, and no guitar. One birthday, I was so angry that I took the make-up kit that my mom bought and flushed it down the toilet. They grounded weeks and locked me in this room. I must have been crying really loudly, because Grandfather came in asked what was wrong. When I told him, he just sat there for a few moments.
I thought he was mad and that he was going to yell at me too, but he just said 'Natsuhi's right. It isn't proper for a young lady to play a guitar.' Then he left the room."
"Yeeeah, he sounds swell."
"I'm not finished! He came back about ten minutes later with a package in his hand. He made me look him in the eyes and he whispered, 'If I always did the proper thing expected of me, where would I be?' and laughed like some kind of mad man. I opened the package and a guitar was inside. I'm pretty sure he was going through some kind of punk phase at the time, but it made me happy. Actually..."
There's a pause. Her voice sounds choked up. "Here it is! I still keep it as a memento. I guess now it's all I'll be able to remember him by."
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"Pffft," Bernkastel scoffs. "Kinzo did something like that? You should lend me a pair of those Rose-tinted glasses, Ange. It must be a fun way to see the world. Why would someone who regularly insists that women are lesser creatures do something like that?"
"When did Grandfather do anything like that?" I ask. "Those weren't my games. This is. Unless you claim to have better knowledge of my family than I do, quiet down."
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The voices in the room stop and you just hear a gentle sobbing.
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