Lola had made her way into the museum and decided not to take the tour, instead wander around freely.  She looked at the horrid pictures and some of them she could relate to.  One painting had a pale red haired girl crying blood with a blank expression on her face, she wore a simple white dress, crimson soaking through. She seemed to stare at the viewer, no matter the angle and Lola was impressed with the effect.  She turned to move towards a rose statue, but was halted by a young man.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Hello, excuse me," he said politely, "My name is Ijemaru Hisuka, and I'm doing a report on this exhibit for the Tokyo Times. Would you care to share any opinions you have of "Eden" so far, miss?"</span><br/><br/>Lola looked at him for a moment, almost as if sizing him up. He blank expression nearly matching the one on the girl in the painting. She took a breathe and forced a smile. "I think the artist is able to pull the horror, suffering, and darkness from the bottom of all human hearts and put them into beautiful works of art. Though I would say some of these pieces may be a little overboard, but who am I to judge the artist?" She replied quickly and moved past Ijemaru, having no wish to speak with him more, for he was not the type she enjoyed being around for very long.