asuraSleeping

Her eyes were upon you the moment you entered her abode. She is haughty and sneering, or would have been if she had a mouth to sneer with, gazing watchfully as you inspect your surroundings. Your thoughts, your opinions... she can read your first impression in the furrow of your brow, the quirk of your mouth, the disinterest in your eyes as you take the sights in. The mark of her enchantment begins to glow in response. "You will show my paintings the proper respect. You will give my beloved gallery the attention it's due." It is a small building, only a few rooms wide and a single story tall. It's barely more than a studio apartment set against the backdrop of the bustling city, though the neat little garden with its black grass and white lilies lends something striking to the muted walls. You had heard rumors that the gallery was haunted, that sensationalists called it an experience that was not to be missed, a journey for the senses. Whispers of a strange, unexplainable phenomenon