"What the---the hell is this?! This isn't any normal thing. Maybe he wasn't kidding about the ghost types." Crystal said to herself. "Huh? The hallway in front of her opened up, I'll check that direction out after the kitchen." In the back of the room there was a painting with Shadow wearing a little chefs hat and a flareon just in the doorway with a curious expression on its face. Suddenly the knives in the room appeared to swirl around, Crystal went for the door and closed it right as the got to her. "That was close, way too close." She said. She then opened the door only to find that the knives were back to where they where when she entered the room.

"What's going on here?" She asked herself. "I wonder if this painting will do the same thing as the last one." She said to herself, sure enough it did, but this time starting before the specific scene shown in it. "I will perfect this recipe I thought up. I got all the extremely rare ingredients I could manage to get my claws on that will be needed for this recipe." The umbreon said to himself. "Hey Shadow do you need any help? I mean usually you need my help with something when you cook." A flareon said walking in. "No Flare, I've got it, this is my own recipe, go join the others, it'll be finished in just a little bit." Shadow said.

"Ok then...." The flareon reluctantly left the room. "Now to add just a little bit of yellow nectar." Shadow said to himself. The painting reverted to its original state. Shadow, the one in the real world, who was watching his cameras was thinking to himself, she might be the one....the one to save me from this despair, I mean she's still here. He continued to watch. Crystal walked through the echoey, dark, hallways. The only thing she could hear was herself, her own footsteps echoing about, looking back every few moments to make sure nothing were to come out of the darkness. There was a sudden bang every so often caused by the thunder overhead.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you're still alive, consider me impressed." A voice echoed around, the Umbreon appearing out of the darkness shortly after. "Everyone else has either run away never looking back or ceased to exist, either from fear alone, or from the traps set by the paintings. However do not get cocky just because you've made it this far, you'll never survive what the ghost types here have in store for you, you should have left as I've demanded, it's too late now so perish the thought of leaving here alive, or going deeper amd surviving. We don't like visitors, we hate them, so there is no turning back since you had to defy my warnings." He finished.

"Good luck, you'll need it." The dark type grinned before giving Crystal a psychological attack knocking her out. He ran back to his room, but not before moving her to a pitch black room nearby.