Namine looked out the window of her parents' Suburu, watching the raindrops 'race' down it. She was six years old, had dull blond hair that she draped around her shoulder, pale skin, and blue eyes. Since her mother was albino, she was half albino. "Did you remember your handkerchief, Namine?" her father asked.

"Yes," she replied quietly. She had a slight cold, and had to use her handkerchief to blow her nose. Her mother looked back at her daughter and smiled.

"You'll like this art gallery," she said. "I know how much you like to draw, so I figure this will inspire you." Namine smiled at her mother and went back to looking out the window. They were coming up on the new art gallery that just opened earlier that week. It was a relatively big building, and very popular. But Namine knew her parents would allow her to wander around by herself; she was very mature for her age. "This art gallery features work mainly by an artist called James Williams," her mother said as they walked into the building. And they don't just have paintings...they have sculptures and all kinds of other wonderful things," She smiled down at Namine. "I don't doubt that you'll enjoy it."

"If you want you can look around," her father said. "We're going to grab a couple pamplets. Just go bother anyone, okay, Namine?" She gave her father a look, making her mother laugh.

"Now, Greg, you know she won't bother anyone." Namine was very quiet girl, and didn't usually speak unless spoken to first. Greg smiled.

"True."

"You can go on ahead, dear. Just be careful, alright?" Namine nodded and walked off on her own, up the set of small stairs to the next room.
As she walked, she gazed at the strange paintings and sculptures, there was one of a man looking rather concerned, and then there was one with twin looking towers that rose well above all the other sky scrapers in the painted city.

"The Twin Towers," Namine murmured to herself. Being only six, she didn't know most of the words used in naming the paintings, so she was glad she could read this title. She came to a rather interesting looking painting that a young man with odd dull pink hair was standing in front of, his hands in his pockets. She frowned as she looked at the title, The...World. She didn't know the second word. The man looked down at her and smiled.

"That says 'The Enlightened World," he said in a deep voice. She looked up at him for a moment at his ocean blue eyes, then back at the painting. "It looks strange, doesn't it? I'm not sure what the meaning is behind it..." He shook his head, bid her farewell, and then walked to some other part of the gallery. Namine looked back at the painting, and then the lights flickered, eventually going out. She looked around, noticing the other people in the gallery were gone.

"What...?" She ran back downstairs where her parents should've been, but the whole floor was empty, too. "Mom! Dad!" She cried. "Where are you?" She ran around until she came to a rather large sculpture of a fish. '... of the Deep.' Under the title was an explanation for it. 'A world will man will never be. To ... that world, I decided that I would ... it within the canvas.' Namine cocked her head. Swallowing, she turned and walked down a hall where something written on the floor caught her attention. "Come...Namine?" she whispered. BANG BANG BANG! She screamed, spinning around to see a hand print on the window behind her. She examined it, seeing that the window didn't appear to be locked, but it still wouldn't open. Then slowly red liquid began leaking from it. It smelled like paint. Why would red paint be leaking from the window? Slowly backing up, Namine turned her back and went back to the room where that Something of the Deep was.

As she passed a painting with fruit in it, an apple fell right from it, smashing onto the floor. Then a painting of a cat meowed, and a painting of a man who appeared to be having a fit sneezed. Namine squeaked and ran down the hall, yelling for her parents. No one answered. "Come down below, Namine. I'll show you a secret." Something echoed throughout the empty gallery, and Namine franically looked around, seeing nothing, and no one.

"Who's there?" she yelled. She wasn't getting scared; no, she was getting angry. Stuff like this just doesn't happen! She stomped toward the Something of the Deep exibit to see that it had been moved to reveal a set of stairs going down. "Come down below, huh?" she grumbled to herself. Fine. Might as well see what the heck was going on, right? So she descended down the stairs into an even darker basement type room with the word 'Come' written all over the walls. Yeah, yeah, yeah, she was coming. She came to a room at the end of the hall with a vase in front of it, a beautiful red rose sitting in it. She took the rose and put in her bag, feeling like she just needed it. She looked at the painting of a woman with blue hair on the wall and her eyes opened, a smile spreading onto her face. Namine squeaked and shuffled back.

"If that rose wilts, you will too." It said. Swallowing, Namine went into the room and slammed the door behind her.

The walls in this room said 'Thief' over and over again. Thief? Namine wasn't a thief, if that's what they were saying. She kept walking until she came to two pictures of an ocean, one red and one blue. Underneath the blue picture was a blue key, and she picked it up. Well she supposed she'd need it somewhere, and put it in her bag next to the rose.

Interestingly enough, she ended up using that key about three seconds later when she came to a blue door that was locked. Color coded. Nice. When she entered the room beyond that door the first thing she saw was a sign that read 'Beware the Edges'. "Edges of what?" she grumbled to herself. She began walking down the hall straight ahead of her and suddenly a hand shot out of the wall at Namine; she slammed back against the other wall, where a second hand shot out and tried to keep her against it; she bit it and scrambled to the middle of the hall. "Edges of the walls," She continued down the hall, and hands continued to shoot out at her.

When she got to the end of the hall she saw a green locked door and a painting of an ant. "It looks like it can be taken down," she murmured, then removed it and walked back down the hall with the hands. She wasn't sure what she could do with it, but she was sure it had to come in handy somewhere. She went down the hallway leading to the left where there hung a bunch of pictures of bugs. "Creepy," Namine whispered. She went into a little room off the hallway to see a giant hole in the floor. Oh, this was where she could put the painting! She laid it down and walked across it; something squished under her feet. She looked down to see the ant had been squashed and blood was leaking from it. "Oops..." she murmured.
On the other side of the hole there was a green key laying on the floor in front of a red mannequin. As Namine picked the key up and mannequin moved; she slowly moved her eyes to look up at it. Then it lunged at her, grabbing her by her hair. She screamed and kicked its hand, hurting her foot in the process, and ran back across the painting and as the mannequin tried to cross it it ripped, sending the mannequin hurling down to the concrete floor below; it shattered. Panting, Namine went back to the green door and unlocked it, walking inside. She came to a room with a giant cat on the wall, a fish-shaped hole in the middle. So she had to find some sort of fish.

Slowly she realized this was going to be puzzle, and she groaned, hitting her head against the wall. She hated puzzles, though...