#this guy is not relevant during pareidolia but is a figure that is around in the post story in my mind...

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Juhani craned his neck to look past the basilisks standing before him – searching for the sight, and source, of the trail of crimson paint leading into the studio.

– Vicker, you utter fool... What have you done!? Fibbla growled, bill clacking in held back fury.

The aforementioned rau-kaksen leaned against the wall, hands leaving red tracks stained with the paint that had led them to him.

– Leave me be! I am only doing what must be done - these heinous things, an insult to the very heart of "art" itself, corpses! Corpses, they are! Drenched in blood, they shall be, then! So leave me be, cretins! And let me ensure that no living soul sees what these shameful claws are to blame for!