Tsuki stared into the painting for only a minute, but it felt like hours upon hours. The swirl of movement seemed to exaggerate over time, starting from vague shifts to utter shifting. Tsuki took a step back, clenched her fists, but she could not, would not, take her eyes off of the canvas. It wasn't her choice; something forced her head, kept it still, as if frozen in solid ice.

It was getting to the point where Tsuki's eyes were getting heavy. She needed to blink. But something in the pit of her chest told her to keep her eyes open. Why? She had absolutely no clue. It just did. Despite her body's protests, she almost blinked.

Almost. But - 

- Tsuki wobbled when somebody took her hand, nearly falling on her butt! Oh, it was just Rika. Silly her. Wiping the sweat from her brow, Tsuki laughed.

Tsuki sighed. "Hah... You really scared me, Rika! Guess I got distracted..."

Rika seemed in a hurry to get out of the room. She couldn't blame her, really. The room was unsettling and Tsuki wanted out. Just as Rika threw the door open, Tsuki glanced back. She told herself that it was all her imagination... Somehow, though, she doubted it. 

"Hey Rika?" Tsuki said, ready to ask her if she saw 'it' too. In the end she just shook her head. "Th-Thanks."