Opening the door Jesse walked in taking in the purple colored room from the purple door, he checked it out seeing a few small bookcases and an easel. He had soon found a pink disfigured key in one of the bookshelves while he was looking for a book to read through, he tried moving the bookcase but they wouldn't budge. He hung on to the little pink key as he searched the room some more, he had then found a silver key on a stool that was in the room next to the easel. He decided to go back out when he seen that he didn't find anything else.

"Let's try those doors," he told his little flower friend and started from the last doors he tried to open, and found that all of them were unable to fit both keys. He hoped the other doors down the hall would open to one of the keys. None of the doors looked the right shade of blue he found out and none were pink or silver.

He went back into the room and tried to look through the shelves again and found that some books can't be taken. He can pull them but only to a certain point, he pulled out another book and both books slid back into place. He tried a few times with different books but no matter what he tried they always went back into place. He figured that he would search the books again and looked for something that would help him figure out this silly puzzle.

He went out and looked at the doors and counted them, going back to the books he counted them. He found that each shelf had two strange books so he pulled them out together and went to the next shelf and pulled two out together. They stayed, he went to the next and they reset itself so he must have gotten the order wrong. He tried again and finally pulled the last books out and heard a door unlocking.

He went out and checked the doors and found that the red one was unlocked. He went in and and seen a small dark room with a lit up cord. Walking over to it he pulled the cord and the room lit up and went dark again. He tried again and looked around and seen a door that looked dark against the red room.

Going to the door he pulled out his blue key and it fit perfectly.

He unlocked the door and went through and found a new set of doors in the room. It seems that this place was just him opening and closing doors. Could this be his mind telling him that he can open doors to his life if he tried? Or was he reading too much into it. He figured that once he gets out he'll think about the meaning.

Getting out comes first.

Going through the new set of doors they were different colors, more like shades.

Crossing his fingers for luck he put in the silver key in the second to last door he tried, and it fit, now to turn- yes it worked! He opened the door, with a smile and seen a large room full of fine arts.

"Wow, these are beautiful, so many pictures with flowers. But. . . they don't feel real. . . were these paintings before his recent work? Back when he didn't feel anything for his craft?" he wondered and relaxed in the calming yellow room.

Taking in the lovely scent he felt almost at home, it was like he was where he belonged in the smell of fields of flowers.

Soon he went and searched the place pushing aside flowers of many colors and shapes. He rather enjoyed going through gardens like this, almost like going through a jungle. He soon came up on a pedestal with a rather attractive yellow rose, it had green vines going up to the flower and yellow roses dotting the vine as it traveled the stairs. It was such a lovely scene, like the one described in one of those books that Love reads. What was this place really? Was it filled with terrifying monsters or beautiful creations? Could one have beauty without the monster lurking in the back? Or was the monster the beauty that stood before the creator? Amazed he walked up and looked the flower over. "Well, aren't you-"

"Don't touch that! It's mine!" a young blonde girl yelled and rushed for the flower. Jesse stepped back and let her through. The girl looked familiar and Jesse was usually good with faces. But he couldn't place her anywhere at least not anyone from the gallery, then he remembered his study of the arts of Guertena. This was the portrait of a fictional girl named "Mary".

'Best to leave her alone, and avoid any unnecessary harm towards myself.'

"It's very pretty," Jesse said politely 'shut up' a silent voice inside him whispered, he went to look around the room. She didn't seem dangerous, at the moment.

"The color yellow suits you perfectly," he commented when he noticed that she was just standing there watching him 'shut up' the voice continued. He tried, he is trying. But the situation to him felt awkward and he was getting nervous with her watching his every move. He look through the flowers hoping to find a hidden door, he did his best to ignore the painting walking from flower patch to flower patch.

It was a rather shame that he couldn't really enjoy the flowers and it reminded him of one of his trips to the flower shop with Love. She was looking for a flower for a friend and she wanted his help to pick it. He wasn't thrilled but went anyways because it was nice to look at flowers once in a while. She went on about her friend that he got a good grasp of what color would fit her. Love was a Winter color and her friend sounded like a Summer color. He was Autumn and how he knows this is because of the books Love reads.

She had books for style and color and since he was having a difficult time with color schemes he figured that she could at least help him some. In a way she did but she did it unintentionally since he was bored of the books she had out. He noticed that she was interested in a lot of different books and color had captured his interest and so he looked through it. It was mainly about clothes but the color theory was there so it helped.

He went to the next flower patch and started moving a few colorful petals around. He hadn't really thought of colors for a long time and it was mesmerizing how the flowers were set up. Each patch complimented each other.

He then spotted a blue doll with a green shirt holding a red flower with blue petals around it. 'Strange, who would want a doll like this, so disturbing, Also, the blue doesn't belong in this patch...' he thought and left it alone. He looked up and seen that "Mary" hadn't moved. "M-iss, do you know how to get out of here? This room I mean..."

'shut up, shut up, shut up!'

"I don't know how to get out of here... room... yes?" the painting "Mary" was confused on how to speak properly for a few moments. He also figured that it wouldn't be wise if he called it by its name. He still wants to survive and he didn't know it very well to be on first name bases. His mother had taught him manners after all he should use them to survive a womans' wrath no matter if they are a painting or not.

"Ah, great," Jesse said as cheerfully as he could hesitating a moment, wondering if it knew the thing was a painting. He decided not to break that illusion, just yet in case the painting loses it and tries to attack him like the other so called women in this world. "Mary" giggled smiling and started to twirl like a little princess, it then showed Jesse to a secret door that was hidden behind a lovely blue rose painting. 'That must have been when he started feeling it, its so. . . calm, gentle, life-like,' he thought and followed "Mary", fighting the urge to touch the image as he passed by.

They went down a black hallway this time, 'So unsettling,' Jesse thought looking at the black walls and couldn't stop himself from thinking of those thoughts. The thoughts that haunts him in quiet moments, lurking to take his sanity from his loose grasp. He spotted movement, a painting with its tongue wiggling.

"Very unsettling. What a creepy picture..." He took a step forward and was shocked that it spat at him. "Ah!"

"Mary" giggled as he fell back and quickly stood to defend himself and possibly "Mary".

"No wonder why you are walking on the far side..." Jesse gently laughed nervously, he was also wondering if it was just him that the paints have a grudge against or if it was because it was an illustration just like them. "I-I know you hate my shoes but there's no reason to spit at them!"

"Maybe its because you were mean to them?" "Mary" giggled and continued walking. He tried to keep his nervousness covered with jokes and cautiously stepped around the paint splatter. He also couldn't help that the paintings had no problems with "Mary" as they did with him. There was something strange going on around the portrait and he wondered if he should bring it up.

"Where are we heading? Feels like we are moving away from our destination." Jesse said. He tried to string some thoughts together that would tell "Mary" that he was suspecting it of misleading him.

"The other way is nothing, I just came from there and there's no way to get out from that way," Something about "Mary" was so unsettling, like it was keeping something from him and wasn't telling. There's no way to tell what it was, but it wasn't the fact that the thing was indeed a painting. Although it doesn't act like one, but it probably does have a murderous intent. All the other works that Guertena did were harmful and alarming to say the least.

"Ah," he said and looked at the occasional paintings. Soon the framed works were replaced with doors and they both took a side and tried them. Jesse used the pink key on them but it didn't work he also noticed that the key wasn't a normal key. He wasn't really paying attention to the keys he picked up but he knew this one was plastic, but the others he found were metal.

Strange, really.

After a bit more door handle jiggling they soon found an open door on "Mary's" side and they walked in.

"So red in here. . . I'm starting to get sick of it. . ." he muttered and looked around the room with "Mary". He found another key, it was red, almost unseen if he wasn't looking closely. "Say M-iss, I've noticed that some of the paintings were leaving you alone most of the time, they also don't pay much attention to you as they do to me."

'shut up! shut UP! SHUT UP!'

"Hm?" the painting was confused so Jess went quiet after that and went to pick up the red key. He hoped that he didn't make the wrong move in addressing that.

"Red key, red room, red rum." Jesse said smirking his friend wasn't a fan of horror as he was, then again he didn't think that he would be in one.

"Red... rum? What's that?" It was almost eerie how human like "Mary" was, maybe he should get out of her presence when he can.

"Nothing, something you shouldn't know until you're a bit older," Jesse said, smiling sheepishly. 'Best not to give it ideas' he thought and continued to look around, he found nothing else, but the red door. He tried the red key on it.

It worked.

This time he lead the way down the light blue corridor. There were doors along one side, and he decided to check them keeping "Mary" behind him as he did. He took out the pink key and tried it, it didn't fit in any of the locks as he went down with "Mary" behind him a few steps. He was trying the last door on the side when a grumbling was heard.

"What's that!?" Jesse slightly panicked and stood before a stilled "Mary", protecting it. He wasn't about to blow his cover by not doing the 'Noble' thing and he was only trying to protect himself from it wrath if the thing ever found out what he is up to. He needs to lose this painting at all costs and to do that is to try and be 'Noble' about it instead of getting on its bad side. He didn't like the idea of trying to protect a stupid painting but if he wants to get back home alive and intact he needs to start acting like a quick thinker. "Let's get out of here! Through that door!"