Isabella rested one hand on the frame of the portrait, the other propping up her chin.
Her eyes drifted to the window of the dilapidated building in the material world, her gaze seemingly going beyond.
"It seems lively tonight," she murmured.
She had never felt such commotion in the city proper before. All the monsters seemed to have collectively moved to the heart of the city for some reason, it seemed.
With a sad face, she murmured, "Well, it's not like I can go in and join the fun—"
She was interrupted when the door to the building suddenly creaked open.
Her eyes lit up, and she thought to herself, Oh, splendid! Another fool—I mean, another guest has arrived!
She quickly took her place inside her bedroom and stood still, trying to look like a proper painting that would draw the curiosity of the onlooker.
The door opened. It remained open for a few seconds. Then it soundlessly closed shut.
What? The corner of Isabella's lips twitched imperceptibly.
