But hey, expectations can be wrong, you know.

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Immediately the faint smell of paint made itself known, as the door opened to what looked to be the lobby of a gallery. The room was bathed in a warm homely light, but the room itself was old and dusty and covered with splotches of paint.

The walls of the room showcased three large paintings. One showed a mannequin hanging from a noose; another showed a scene of a street, with rain falling and creating puddles of red; the last one showed a wilting purple rose, surrounded by green numbers.

There were two hallways leading from the lobby: one was opposite the entrance and showed stairs leading upwards, while the other was off to the left side.

A PA speaker sit at the top corner, looking like it hadn't been used in a while, but when the door opened it immediately crackled to life.

[b]"Ah, visitors?"[/b] the voice inquired. It sounded like a teenage girl.

[b]"Oh, goody! Welcome to the gallery! I hope you find something here that tickles your fancy. I've poured my heart and soul into making these pieces and I think the effort really shows. I am regrettably tied up in making another masterpiece, but I hope you are entranced by the quality of my works. Ah... make sure you don't touch anything, though. If you mess something up, I'll get angry, okay? Toodles!"[/b]

And then, silence.