Raven enters the old, neglected house of her grandmother. She opens the door, which creaks, and her footsteps echo in the empty interior. The air is filled with the smell of dust and old books. She steps over the threshold, pausing for a moment, as if to feel the weight of the past that still lingers here.

Raven whispers, "This is all... still here..."

She begins to take things off the shelves - old books, mementos that her grandmother left behind. Memories start to come back, but she doesn't let them affect her too much. In the corner, she notices old photos, hidden behind dust. She walks over to them. One of them catches her eye: her grandmother in her youth, smiling, standing next to an unknown girl.

"Who were you, grandmother?" Raven murmurs.

She looks at the photo, feeling that something about this story doesn't fit. She puts it aside, but she can't help but feel that there's more to the photo than meets the eye.