Pre-tournament celebration gone wrong 2

 Morana and Ioannes stood before the painting, captivated by its haunting beauty and the intriguing scene it depicted. It was a moment frozen in time, a glimpse into the lives of the people who once inhabited this enigmatic villa.

 The room seemed to hum with an eerie energy, and Morana couldn't shake the feeling that the painting was calling them. She felt enchanted, and for a moment, she forgot everything else. All her worries, sorrows, and goals, everything that she thought was important to her before, seem to fade in comparison to her need to gaze upon the painting and something else, some very primal need that she couldn't quite identify.

"Ahhhhhhh" 

 A scream broke both of them out of their dazed state, and when Morana looked into her companion's eyes, she recognized that he mirrored her thoughts and feelings. It was disturbing, but they didn't have time to contemplate what was happening. They both recognized the voice.