I went back to the hidden door inside the library. I already solved the first lock. The second lock might appear if I push the door open. That's why I left it alone. I took the notebook underneath the hidden door gap and opened the wooden panel with the earrings backing. I saw the first lock. I pushed the door. The mechanism inside was geared, and the first lock slide revealed another puzzle lock. 'People here are too careful. I would do the same though.' I solved the puzzle in an hour. This place is so old that the puzzle is hard to shift. I pushed the door again, and it opened.
I was just at the door i see stair case the goes down the library is at the ground floor so this will led to the underground, i took a magic light so its not dark inside left a note, i took something that could protect me and i remove my gown worn a trousers that easy move in and tied my hair up so its not bothersome, i walked it and brace my self behind me the door to the library i stuck some thick books inside the rim of the door lock i tried pulling the door open it works, i saw the gap full of torn papers i thought the person went inside here must have use this trick 'maybe, they are also forgetful just like me, also the papers is not knew, its made from the past when people still use grass instead of wood.
I walked down the staircase. It's dry inside; most underground areas are humid. 'This should be maintained by magic, why?' My footsteps echoed with every step. It's full of cobwebs and dirt. I'm on my way, and I haven't seen anything yet. How many years has it been since this place has been used? I walked more, Click* I froze. I heard something; my hand shivered, and the lights just wavered. There is no way ghosts exist in this place. I hate ghosts and would like to meet a serial killer instead. I took small steps, did not make any noise, and dimmed the light like it would help. There's only one way here. I braced myself and went further. 'I just promised someone not to seek death, and now I'm about to die again.' I prayed to the gods not to take me early this time, and I stopped my steps.
Seeing a room in the middle, there's a round table. Click* I pointed the lights to where I heard it. I shine the light on my right, like a wind chime. That's unusual. Then something pushed me down from behind. I twisted my body. I fell off my back. I kicked it from the front before it could trap me on the floor. I'm facing it crawling by backing away; I can't show my back from a threat; the light shown from behind it is a huge two-headed black dog. ' It's a puppy<3' I almost melted into cuteness. All animals are just adorable to me. I looked at it and saw it sitting at the side. I stood up, and it was engaged. The front of its paw was lowered, and the back was high, like those cats when they stretched their legs. Is this 'zoomies? Exited for what? How did this dog survive this place, oh you poor pup.
I sat down with my knees on my chest, and the dog came close, sniffing the area. I held out my hand, and it walked with its head down in obedience. My heart melted more. "Hello pups, you have been here a long time, haven't you?" It went up to me, wagging its tail and huffing. I was petting it and giving it scratches. Then it suddenly barked, and while the area was lit up with magic lights, it recognized the sound of the pup. Upon closer inspection with them, I realized that I have been seeing this light fixture in the stairs, but I just don't know how to turn it on. I looked around the round table, and the gold with its intricate design is astounding. The whole area screams rich. I stood on the spot in awe. The dog circled like it was proud of what it was made of. I praised it greatly, and then it barked excitedly. I looked at the front. There's a painted frame of two young men; next to him, the canvas is torn by its face, but it's a taller man, and in front of them is a two-headed dog.
I don't recognize them; I look at the dog and ask them, "Are they your owner?" It barked, and it ran away. I looked at the pup; it stopped at a distance to look at me and then back at the hallway along the wind chime. It was clinging; there should be a cellar window open. I followed the two-headed dog along the way. There were paintings all over the wall. It was gruesomely painted in red and black; the contents of the painting are all disturbing. I stopped and saw an unforgettable painting of a figure of a woman that was really brightly dressed in white, like a symbol of salvation and hope. The hands of countless people, be it a child, an adult, or even the elderly, were like begging for forgiveness for something they had regretted. ' This is beautiful. The painter must have experienced something tragic to be able to paint this.' Then I looked across it; this one is more astounding: a figure of a man painted white with a bleeding heart painted bright red, kneeling in front of a church and accepting a crown that's made with the horns of a demon. The demon held the crown behind the man, and around it, countless people's eyes gazed at the man's figure like they were trying to dissect every last part of his sanity. This pair looks like a pair; the colors are the same, and the size also looks the same, and among all of the paintings, this is the only one that uses white paint. 'I wonder who owns this place to be able to paint a master piece'.
The two-headed dog barked. I was awake from my daze. I looked at the dog that stopped at the door. I could feel strong pressure beneath the opening below the door. I knocked, maybe to let people I couldn't see know I was polite. Then I held the door knob and opened the door. I saw a room and a balcony window. I'm in shock. My heads are trying to reload because I'm in an underground location, but a balcony... underground. I calmed down for a moment. I remembered that magic portals existed here. "Hello!" I heard a voice. I squealed. I felt my soul leaving my body. The person looks like a man in the painting, and it stayed here for 200 years with no food. "A real ghost!!!" I shouted and backed out from one side of the room. I passed out from shock.
He looked at the passed out woman on the floor, bursting out laughing, "I never knew she was this hilarious; I wish I had met her before." He walked up to her, snapped his fingers, and she levitated softly, laying her down on the sofa on the left side of the room. He looked at her passed out face and smiled, "Now, I know why my husband adores her; she is indeed adorable." He went back to the place he came from and sat on top of the office table, then, looking back at her, smiled warmly and whispered, "Welcome back, Saint Genevieve."