The art museum was an all-over white, lending a Louvre-like pristineness to the whole place. One had to imagine that a great many classical Greek buildings were gleamingly perfect like this.
The tour guide took the tourists out of the reception into the first room, featuring delicate watercolour pieces, giving expert analysis and pointing out details of the pictures that they may have missed.
This continued through the Cubist room, the Impressionist room, the Renaissance room, the Romantic room and the Rococo room, like Willy Wonka leading them around a Chocolate Factory.
Eventually, they came to a door which was not like any they had come across yet.
For one thing, the door was flanked by two men: a security guard, and a man with a white attire and medikit of some kind.
Also: it was barred with metal poles like some sort of bank vault.
"Now," said the tour guide. "We come to our latest room: the Chaytel room. Since the picture in here is rather light sensitive and one-of-a-kind, I'm going to have to ask you not to use any flash photography in this room."
The tourists looked a little nonplussed (and a touch intimidated by the door guards), so he continued:
"What you're about to see in here is the only copy of 'The Masterpiece' available anywhere on Earth, and for very good reason, as you'll find out."
He opened the door, the tourists filed in, and the tour guide closed the door.
The security guard looked over at the medic.
"So, how many you think you'll have to resuscitate?"
"Hmm," the medic put his hand to his chin. "Well, it was five, the last ti-"
He was immediately cut off by a piercing scream issuing from inside the room they were guarding, and yet, both he and the security guard barely changed their facial expression.
