Notes: Wew. Here's chapter 1! The Game begins :D (i am a sadist im sorry)

"He needs you..."

Two golden brown eyes slowly opened. It was blurry. The vision was still blurry. As Takano turned his head upwards, his eyes closed shut as he winced from the bright light directed at him. "Where-?" He slowly stood up, groaning at the sore pain at his back. How did I end up here? His vision is still blurry after waking up, and he realized he wasn't wearing his glasses. Luckily, his black eyeglasses are just inches away from him, not broken, and unscratched. He picked it up and wiped the lenses with the hem of his black shirt and wore it back to his face. Takano massaged his back as he stood up, trying to soothe the pain.

In front of him was an amber colored rose on a gray vase on a table. He picked the rose from the vase and it's petals glowed softly. A new wave of energy ran through Takano's veins, and it feels like he and the rose are connected to each other. Or was it just the man's imagination? When he turned to his right side, there's a note hanging that said:

"You and your rose are unified. If the rose wilts, then you too will rot away."

He looked back to his rose. He counted the petals and they were eight of them. So, if the rose lose all of it's petals, then Takano will die too? He made a face and sighed. He tucked the rose safely on the pocket of his jacket, letting the petals hung loosely. When he turned around, he froze.

A painting of a woman wearing a gold dress was in front of him on the floor, and leaning on the wall. Her arms are out of the canvas, and her elbows are resting on the lady stared at Takano with a mysterious smile. Takano blinked once. Twice. Then thrice. Nothing happened. When he was about to release the breath he was holding, the painting spoke.

"Hey, sweetie, you have a lovely flower..." The painting just spoke to Takano. He was only probably hearing things or did the painting just came into life. His eye twitched at how the lady talked to him, like she's thirsty. And Takano hates it. He only has one love of his life and that is Onodera Ritsu.

Before anything may happen the painting screamed and crawled and chased towards Takano.

Ritsu heard screaming of women, a liquid squirting out, and a canvas being tore off.

He already got the third number which was a purple 4 to unlock the door on the other side of the area. The other numbers were a red 9 on the white canvas he saw earlier, and a green 18 on the hanging doll's clothes. When he came out and turned to see the paintings of women in different colored dresses, he gasped in horror and fear. All of the women have knives on their one hand and pointing to the brown lady with wet red paint(blood? Ritsu did not dare to touch it) smearing their frames and dripping on the floor.

The painting of the woman in a brown dress was worst. Her canvas was ripped, red liquid covered her whole body. And all of the plaques of the others screamed "LIAR!" to her. Sweat dripped, and Ritsu shakily took a step to the painting covered in red. "Thank you, and I'm sorry..." he ran to the door and exited the Liar's Room, in which he can already hear a muffled scream of "LIAR!". He released a shaky breath and continued to unlock the door.

When he typed in the correct answer, which Ritsu had trouble calculating on his head alone, the door clicked and Ritsu hoped it was an exit from this gallery. When he turned the knob, his hope dissolved and saw instead several tree sculptures. The brunet flailed his arms, "When I thought this was a way home back to real world..." he grimaced. He would rather work himself to death than be killed on this messed up gallery with paintings that came to life. I mean, paintings don't come to life, right? He let out a defeated groan. One tree sculpture had an apple in it. When Ritsu picked it off from the tree, the apple's texture is very hard, and woody. When he looked to the painting, it was the same image to he sculpture. When he exited the room, he let himself wander out loud.

"Why do I have an apple now?" When he started walking back, a doll fell from the ceiling that made Ritsu screamed. His face was flustered and covered in sweat due to panic and embarrassment. He didn't screamed from where he first woke up in an area of this cursed gallery all the way through here. He did not. At all. How many times have he screamed? 19? 20?

Plus one, because as he went pass to the hallway which has one arm already reaching out, another decided to pop up and Ritsu had to conquer this. He ended up walking to the direction of the Lips. And she spoke once again.

"Hungry... give food..." Ritsu was still suprise because the voice is a woman on her 50s. And it was horribly hoarse, making it creepy like it was being choked.

"That food... Give to me..." she said.

"Uh.. this?" He hesitantly placed the wooden apple to her mouth and she hungrily it them with a big munch. Ritsu swiftly jerked his hand back again because he nearly got bitten by the Lips on his hand. He did read the note of being aware of the Lips. He just thought it's stupid because it's just a lip and thought that it's just painted on the wall.

Or maybe he's the stupid one.

"Tasty..." She licked her lips with he tongue and Ritsu's eye twitched at disgust.

"I let you pass now..." Ritsu tilted his head in confusion with a small "Huh?"

"Go through my mouth..." and she opened it wide, taller than Ritsu's height. "Wh-what?!" Ritsu shrieked in pure shock, confusion and fear. He wanted to decline the kind(really?) offer, but he knew, even if he tried going back to where he started, there's no door back to the real world. No staircase, no hidden rooms, no exit. He had 7 petals left on his glowing green rose. He already had enough and went through this far. An ant spoke to him. Arms popped up everywhere from the walls. A headless statue tried to chase him. A stick man forced him to play hide and seek with him causing Ritsu to lose 2 petals. And a painting that's wiggling it's tongue spit on him (and lost 1 petal again). He didn't want this nightmare. He just wanted to go home.

But if he did give up now, then that means he'll be stuck in this cursed gallery forever. And he didn't like that. Ritsu had no choice but to continue.

He just wished someone was here too. He definitely didn't want to be all alone in this miserable place.

Not that he would admit that out loud, of course.

The two of them were thrown in this labyrinth for a reason.