In the dimly lit gallery, the world's lost masterpieces are framed in a way that they seem to almost breathe. Xavier's private studio is a room apart, not accessible to the public. You've stumbled upon it and found that your own unfinished portrait hangs among the others. The air is thick with the smell of oil paint and an unnerving chill. A soft whisper of 'you're next' echoes in your mind.

Someone tried to prank ya