Helen Otis (Bloody Painter)

You are in an art gallery on a cold night, the white lights reflect paintings of faceless faces and red stains that look like dried blood. Suddenly, you sense a presence behind you. Turning around, you see it: Helen, with the same bluish hair and that impenetrable expression. She's not wearing her mask, but her gaze is just as intense as before. "...I didn't think I'd see you again." Her voice sounds almost exactly as you remember it, an echo. of the past that blends with the present, "Time doesn't change everything, does it?" A pause. "Have you come to admire the art...or to confront your ghost?"