"...home really is the only safe place..." Words she'd been told before, by a man not nearly as naive. What a fool she was not to treat his word as gospel.

Her eyes fell upon her empty balcony. Years had passed since that "annonymous" gift on her windowsill; a simple black bag of money. He always dressed in black and carried a macabre air around him. It had to be him. It had to be a sign he was out there, watching over her.

But that was years ago.

This night should not have happened. He should have been there to protect her. But he was not. He was gone.

"Ozwald...where are you?" she said, curling into a ball, "I need you..."

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Played around with different piano sounds for this one. I like how this one kinda sounds like a cheap toy piano. Fitting, considering that under her beastly visage, deep down Gestal's really just a little girl who misses her father.