Indeed, they were missing one based on Alexander's painting. However, June cared too little about it. After all, he was now on a hunt once again. The night sky had yet to descend, but in an art gallery that was temporarily closed at the death of its owner, darkness could breed endlessly.
The lights flickered all over, but they would soon shut down to leave the hallways and chambers only lit by the smallest wisps of light that could get through from the windows high up the walls. As for the demons that danced within the void, no one would stand in their way. The only witnesses were the unmoving eyes of the painted men and women, who could speak no warning or mercy.
