As MIR was enjoying the discovery that she had been doing around the old wing, something caught her attention when she noticed a certain painting. The painting was very dark and bloody like everything fell into a great disaster. There were dead trees, blood, and corpses but in the middle of the chaos, there was one lady that stood up against them. Fighting with honor and determination.
“This one reminded me of Ayame,” MIR commented as she studied that particular painting, and the more she did, it seemed to move but slightly.
“That’s odd.” She muttered because she knew that the painting wouldn’t be moving unless it already happened.
Then something made her jolt and started to feel some pain that she knew was not hers. She was about to mutter a name when an explosion happened.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” She exclaimed.
