"A different path? Sure." The voice seemed to be fully formed now, and was fully feminine. It had been defined. But weirdly, it sounded exactly like her own. The Japanese girl found herself pushed through the painting and into the cold, endless void in front of her. The being with a light on their head was approaching quickly, and her apartment was now dimensions away. Behind her could be seen a figure; the very one who had pushed her into this void. Its lack of expression was mocking in itself. Indeed, the very act of asking her what she had wanted had been to taunt. Only to mock had it not killed her immediately, or done far worse. 

The ground was pure blackness, but she could stand. This was an existence of pure black. The only light came from the light she had seen in the painting before. No, rather, those weren't lights. They were jewels that seemed to give off a light of their own. And every last one out of the seemingly infinite number were getting closer, approaching her. Most were far off, but that figure whom she had seen slowly approaching in the painting was very close, and here, now in this alien world, she would be able to see. Its purple jewel was on its head. It need not walk because it had no legs. What was coming toward her was one of the Great Naga, and it was moving toward her like a hunter stalking prey. A voice spoke that sounded exactly like her own, just as before. Except this time, it had no source but her own mind.

"I have already informed them of your arrival in advance. They think you are there to...well, let us just say it is not pleasant. Don't expect mercy. Or a slow death, really." A sword had been waiting for her on the ground, sheathed. Only an immaculate, perfect golden hilt had been showing.