Welson was inside the room he entered.

He stared blankly at the book that was on top of the desk.

"Phize… Gratham… Drestil… that kid… how could I ever forget his face?"

He remembered the time he kept punching his face 7 years ago.

"My daughter… I already accepted that it wasn't your fault. I already knew the truth by then. But why… why did you have to get involved with my son… OF ALL PEOPLE?!"

He banged the desk.

His breathing began to increase in frequency. This, later on, calmed down.

"How am I supposed to think you're innocent when you downright kill him?"

He felt conflicted.

He put his head on the book and placed his hands on top of his head.

He whispered, "… Stop haunting me… Leave me alone… Why did you have to interfere… Get out of my head… Get out of my head… Get out of my head… Get out of my head… Get out of my head… Get out of my head…"

He kept on muttering the same phrase over and over again, steadily increasing in tone and volume.

"Get out of my head… Get out of my head… GE