The gallery door hangs open, blood smearing the once pristine white walls. The work of other artists of Rhydin had been mostly untouched, but the works of Valentine De'laCroix were yanked from the walls and tossed into the streets. It is supposed that Val, herself, did this in some fit of rage. You know artists, SO tempermental!

Paintings, photographs, and sketches litter the street before the gallery, those statues that were not cast in bronze lie in crumbled pieces.

When a passerby tried to reach Val, there was only an answering snarl and screech of something unholy coming from the locked door at the back, marked 'Private'.