"IB!"
My scream rang through the air as the painting ate the red rose and her small body collapsed onto the ground. The red painting turned back to its original blue.
"Thank you! That was delicious! You may now pass," it cried gleefully.
The painting of a face turned into a black door. I reached my hand out, grasping the doorknob. Hesitating, I glanced at Ib's body. Actually, I glanced at where her body should've been. Instead of a young girl, there was a horribly familiar painting. It was the Lady in Blue. She lunged for my blue rose, and I blacked out.
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