[ The picture frame is still in her hand, though at the moment, it's merely a weight. She turns another corner, and suddenly, she's not looking at Yujin, but someone much younger. Ryunosuke Naruhodo. ]
......This... They're the ones I have been seeing. In the other frames. The busts...
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......This... They're the ones I have been seeing. In the other frames. The busts...
They're the ones I've lost.