The first statue I came across was of a teenaged boy, standing out in the sun. It was on some sort of raised stone surface, but he wasn't really anchored down to it. It looks like he was set on top later. And by his feet was some sort of latch, with a broken lock. Glancing around, I didn't see anyone, and so I opened the little box. It was an old piece of paper, yellowed at the edges, but the handwriting was still clear. A glorious kind of penmenship.

"Michael" it said,

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I swear. Before you went, I saw that look in your eyes, the blood dripping down from your face. I didn't know to blindfold myself, you came in the middle of the night! But I'm not blaming you for this. I should've done something sooner. But if it's ever any consolation, I got him. You mentioned something just a few times before, I should've acted sooner. Why didn't I? But...it's at least somewhat better now, I suppose. You were always better than him, you were always above him. I...want you to stay that way. You deserved so much better."

...it was an apology letter.? Did she do this on accident?

To be honest, I only grabbed the first thing I saw in there. Reaching my hand back in, I latched onto something that was sort of round, textured, cold. Pulling it out, I saw that familiar grey of the stone she created. And my blood ran cold.

It was a head, made of stone. This terrified look on its face. It looked like a man, mid forties if I had to guess. The hair was ruffled, his face was covered in snake bites and claw marks, and it's neck-

Sure, it was stone, but it didn't look like the head came off after the transformation. Stone chunks of muscle and bone still hung out the bottom, stiff and lifeless. Then I glanced up at the other statue. They looked so similar, and that's when it hit me.

Whoever killed Medusa, did not kill a monster.