"You have a nice room. Pretty minimalist."
Allie looked around Evan's room after they recorded their rules. The interior of his room was gray and white with touches of black and wood. There wasn't much furniture or decoration, but there were a few paintings hung on the walls.
She stared at a particular painting. At first glance, it looked like the whole canvas was full of smudged blood, dark red in color and almost black. But as she stared at it closely, she realized it wasn't blood but a painting of roses.
"Bloody Roses."
Allie suddenly heard Evan's voice behind her.
"It was painted by a famous French painter back in the 1980s. It belonged to my grandfather, and he gave it to me when I was sixteen. It's one of my favorites."
"I thought it was just blood."