Catherine looked around the room that she had climbed into. She shivered as her eyes caught glimpses of horrific images and paintings on the walls and ceilings. Her heart started pounding, and she hurried past these portrayals of demons and fallen angels, which all seemed to reach their hands out at her, attempting to grasp her cloak. Flashes of red light that looked like a flickering fire burnt images of death into her eyes. Everywhere she turned, she saw children dressed in white garments, covered in blood, and reaching for her. She closed her eyes and covered them with her hands as tears struggled to escape. The children…she thought…there were so many…so many innocent children… "No! He killed you all." The words escaped her mouth as she struggled to grasp the notion of what she had just seen. With her eyes closed, she kept walking, fighting the urge to attempt to see where she was going. She put her hands out in front of her so if she ran into anything, then she'd be able to feel what it was and make her way around it. As she walked, moaning assaulted her ears. Suddenly her fingers touched something sticky. She immediately drew her hands back in shock and opened her eyes. She glanced down at her fingers; they were covered in a slimy red substance that looked like blood. She looked up to see what she had touched. Before her stood a life-sized portrait of a girl that seemed to be dripping paint as if it were melting. The girl in the painting wore a white cloak and had its hood draped gently over her head, framing her freckled face. There were strands of black hair that fell in semi-ringlets around the girl's face, giving the impression that the majority of this painting-girl's hair was pulled back. This painting wasn't as horrifying as the others, but there was something about it that creeped her out. The more she looked at the painting, the more she realized what it was about it that creeped her out so much. She was staring straight at a portrait of herself, and it seemed to be dripping blood and fading out of existence. A shiver went up her back as she attempted to avert her eyes away from the painting, but it seemed to hold her mesmerized in place. Suddenly it began to glow; a bright light emanated around the figure in the painting, kind of like what you'd see on a painting of a holy person. To her surprise, the light from the painting seemed to engulf her in its astral aura.
"Lady Catherine?" A voice came from behind her. Catherine turned to see several of the ghostly images come closer. "Go through the door Catherine. You will remember who you are once you go through the door." The voice said. Catherine was terrified. How did they know her name? She looked around herself, there didn't seem to be any doors visible.
"There aren't any doors." Panic set in as Catherine's eyes searched the room. Indeed, there was the open window, but there didn't appear to be any other way out. "Let me out of here!" She felt as if she was turning in circles; as if the room was slowly closing in on her. "No! Please, no!" She fell to her knees.
"Go through the painting Catherine! Before you get trapped here for eternity. There is only one person who can stop the Keeper of the Eye. She is Catherine of the Nile, and she is you."
