Having ended up at Guest's house for some reason, B stepped past the entrance and inside without much thought.

And the moment he opened the door, he froze in his tracks.

The wallpaper was nowhere to be seen.

Instead, photographs filled the walls to the brim. On the desk, next to the shelves, even near the door frames.

They were all photos of B.

Photos of him looking forward. Photos of him talking to someone. His back captured from a distance. Even scenes he couldn't remember being photographed in.