(DISCONTINUED) Ib - An RPG Horror Game Story (Choices)

Part 1 - The Guertena Art Gallery

In the early afternoon, under a gray sky...
Ib and her parents were on their way to an art gallery...

"Did you remember everything, Ib?"
"Oh! Do you have your handkerchief? You know, the one you got for your birthday?"
"Keep it safe in your pocket, okay? Don't lose it!"

The car came to a sudden stop, and I hopped out full of excitement. I had never been to an art gallery before. I had heard that this one was especially special. Weiss Guertena had been a famous painter for years, but I'd never had a chance to see his works before.

My mother, father, and I walked up towards the big wooden doors and pulled them open. I walked inside, and held my breath. Once I entered, I looked around. There were people everywhere! It was so crowded!

I ran ahead of my parents, eager to look around at all the art, but I knew they'd want me to wait for them, so I stopped and turned back around to see them smiling. They were obviously glad that I was so happy to be brought here.

My mother was a beautiful woman with a slender body and soft facial features. She wore a simple, yet elegant scarlet dress and a bright, red brooch. Her long, brown hair, which was so similar to mine, was tied up in a ponytail. Her crimson eyes and pale skin really gave her a unique look compared to most people, but it's also what made her so beautiful.

My father had the same type of brown hair as my mother, but slightly darker. He had gentle, blue eyes, and pale skin, also like my mother's. Today, he was wearing his special dark blue suit along with the green tie I had gotten him for father's day.

Both my parents were extremely kind and took care of me. They were gentle, but strict when needed. I knew that they loved me so very much, and I loved them just as much.

I turned to my mom who smiled warmly down at me.

"Well, we're here." She said with relief. "...This is your first time in an art gallery, right Ib?"

I nodded quickly, practically bouncing to the ceiling with excitement.

"We're here today to see an exhibition of works by an artist named Guertena... And they don't just have paintings, but also sculptures... and all kinds of other creations!"

I could tell my mom was excited too. I had gotten my love of art from her, so it made sense.

"I don't doubt that even you'll enjoy it, Ib." My mother said kindly.

It was true, I was slightly impatient and wasn't the best at sitting still, but looking at art was a different story.

"Should we get to the reception desk?" My father asked with a smile.

"Ah, yes." My mother agreed. "Let's get some pamphlets as well."

My parents began looking over the pamphlets at the reception desk and asking the old man that worked there boring questions. I tapped my feet and continued bouncing around. Just how long were they going to take? After a three hour car ride, just to visit this gallery, were they planning to spend the whole time at the reception desk?!?

I tugged on my mom's dress to get her attention.

"Mom, could I go look at the art now?" I whined.

"Hm? You want to go on ahead?" She asked me.

I nodded eagerly.

"Really, Ib... Oh, all right." She finally said after thinking it over. "Just make sure you're quiet in the gallery, okay? Don't make a ruckus!"

I giggled at my mom's stern face and nodded once again.

"Not that there's any need to worry about you, I suppose... Don't cause the other visitors any trouble, now!"

With that last warning from my mother, and a pat on the head from my dad, I began wandering around in the gallery, wondering what I'd stumble upon.