[ Eventually, they will hit a wall. The Gallery, finally, ends. The only thing on this wall is yet another painting.
This one depicts an alleyway. It's empty, save for the obvious tinge of the Dark Hour, and the obvious blood and accompanying smell. The moment they look at it, there is an all-too-realistic sound of something shattering (a noise Ken may find familiar), and then shouting from two vaguely indistinct voices. A loud guttural roar. They can hear a woman's scream, followed by someone cursing, and more indistinct screams and voices, arguing, signs of a struggle.
The alleyway slowly begins to move, like someone is running out of it... footsteps retreating can be heard. The picture stops moving, showing only the battered remains of Ken's deceased mother. As her blood pools, it begins to flow from the portrait itself, onto the walls and floor. It seems it isn't going to stop anytime soon, either. ]
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This one depicts an alleyway. It's empty, save for the obvious tinge of the Dark Hour, and the obvious blood and accompanying smell. The moment they look at it, there is an all-too-realistic sound of something shattering (a noise Ken may find familiar), and then shouting from two vaguely indistinct voices. A loud guttural roar. They can hear a woman's scream, followed by someone cursing, and more indistinct screams and voices, arguing, signs of a struggle.
The alleyway slowly begins to move, like someone is running out of it... footsteps retreating can be heard. The picture stops moving, showing only the battered remains of Ken's deceased mother. As her blood pools, it begins to flow from the portrait itself, onto the walls and floor. It seems it isn't going to stop anytime soon, either. ]