The next picture she found in her locker, in the lower levels. Just like that her earlier suspicion that her secret artist was a student had to be discarded; the students weren't allowed down here. Her artist must be a fellow teammate, but which one, she wondered idly, as she picked up the sheet of paper.

Turning it over to reveal the image she froze.

This picture was almost sensual, the way it was drawn, it was a bust this time. With a gloved hand holding a single blood red rose up to the face, the velvety red petals brushing against matching rose red lips. The eyes were closed this time, the accentuated feature being the lips, the only part of the image, along with the rose, with any colour.

Carefully rolling the page she set it aside until she was finished dressing, before slipping up to her room to add the new drawing to her collection.
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