Kid, Maka, Soul, and the others were now walking in to the art gallery in Tokyo Japan.

"Do you think there's food?" Patty asked her sister Liz.

"I don't think so," Liz answered, arms crossed over her chest. She was already shaking- if the place was cursed, what would they see inside? She shook her head, driving the thoughts away. Maka was flipping through a pamphlet as she walked along with the group, gazing curiously at every painting she could.

"Wow, this artwork is amazing!" she exclaimed, her green eyes twinkling, "I mean, look at this portrait!" She pointed to a painting of a young woman, titled "The Lady In Red." She had long brown hair and wore a red dress. Soul trembled when he looked at it. She looks a bit creepy, he thought.

"But her eyes- don't they look a bit sinister to you?" Tsubaki asked as she joined them. Maka looked more closely- they did in fact, have somewhat of an evil glow, painted a bright red. Maka then looked away, a bit scared. She looked around some more- there were mannequins in red, yellow, and blue dresses- but they had no heads. There was a painting of fruit in a bowl, and a sculpture in the middle of the room, titled "Abyss OF Darkness." It depicted a lake that was so dark blue it was nearly brown, with a boat sinking into it. There were more paintings like the woman in red, only they wore either blue or green dresses as well as red. Liz then pointed to one of the portraits. The canvas was ripped, leaving the white wall exposed.

"Why is this one damaged?" she asked. Black Star shrugged.

"Maybe there's an art thief?" he asked, and received a bop on the head from Liz.

"Idiot! If there was an art thief, the actual painting wouldn't be for to shreds!" she said. Kid looked at the painting more closely. Reaching out, he took a piece of canvas in his fingers, folding it into it's proper place.

"This painting looks as if it was sliced through," he said, "but not to steal it. It was as if…."

"As if someone was escaping?" Soul suggested as he joined Kid in staring at the ripped painting.

"Yeah, but it doesn't make any sense," Kid said, "why should a person in a painting want to escape? Why should a painting be able to move in the first place?" He looked at a pice of ripe canvas. It hd green paint on it. He looked next at the plague underneath that bore the title. The Lady In Green, he thought, then said, "This was a painting of a lady in green," he said to the others.

"Could that be who trapped them here? The other girl we saw in the photos?" Liz asked, a hint of fear in her voice. She was shaking worse then before.

"Possibly," Kid said, "what we have on our hands, is a cursed gallery after all." First an art thief and now a woman in a painting who trapped people in galleries? I wanna go home, she thought as she reluctantly followed the group to look for more clues on the art.

Ib and Mary were finally able to get the hand off him. Carefully, they helped him slide away from the doll, which was making Garry a bit paranoid. His eye that was not covered by his hair widened, the pupil dilated.

"Ib, Mary," he said as he looked at it, "It's staring at us, Wh-why is it staring at us?" Mary rolled her eyes as Ib consoled him. Did I really leave my frame for this? she thought, this guy is a total wimp!

"It's okay, Garry, it's just a doll," she said, trying to sound brave, when in truth, she was just as scared as he was, but she guessed he had more reason to be frightened. He told me had been here for at least three months, she thought- who knows what Garry might have seen in that time, alone with all this art out to get him, make him one of them? She felt a tingle in her skin as she remembered seeing the painting of her parents in one of the rooms. I'll get you out, don't worry, she thought as they turned a corner. May let out a small yelp, pointing a shaking finger.

"Guys! Wha-wha- what's this?!" she cried. On the wall were three portraits of the same head- a mannequin head, Ib one on the left was looking left, the one on the right looking right, and the one in the middle staring at the opposite wall. Lined along the wall on the floor were white mannequin heads, some of them looked as if they were crying, red lines running down their faces.

"Ib! They're creepy! Really creepy! What are we gonna do?!" Mary asked tugging at the blue ribbon around her neck. Ib shrugged, lifting Mary's knife. She was thankful she remembered to pick it up off he floor after what happened in the other hallway.

"I don't know…. how about we destroy them?" she tried sounding brave, but she knew Mary and Garry heard the fear in her voice. Ib handed the knife to Mary, who took it, not looking at her. Walking over to the mannequin heads, she knelt down in front of one, raising her knife. With a swift motion, she bought the knife down on the head. There was a sickening crack, and it split neatly into two perfect halves, blood gushing from the inside. The hem of Mary's green dress was stained with blood, her knife dripping with the substance. Garry jumped, giving out a cry of fear.

"Oh my god!" he shouted, "was this artist some psychotic murderer?! What the fuck?!" He felt sweat on his forehead. Mary rolled her eyes at him, somewhat bored- it was as if she wanted this to be over and done already. She cleaned her knife on her dress as she watched Ib console Garry once more, telling him everything was going to be alright. She looked at the broken and bloody mannequin head, then back at Garry, tightening her grip on the knife handle. If only I could do that to your head, she thought, I could have Ib here with me all the time…. She eyed his flower. The blue rose only had three petals left. Ib's rose as well as her own were still full of petals and completely healthy. If I'm going to do this, Mary thought, I'm going to need to get ahold of their roses. She clutched her own rose tightly in her hand, the yellow flower bobbing up and down