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Well... I've trained for a few years, but I've got hemophobia...

(Quietly) Maybe things haven't gotten quite that intense just yet...

We can't be this spineless, can we? Are we just gonna sit and do nothing after all they did to us?

It doesn't sit right with me... Why is his opening ceremony allowed to go on after they destroyed our arts festival?

Papá... What do you think?

Come. Get your things. We're going to that glass building.

We aren't actually going there to fight, are we?

Mr. Diaz, wait...

No, I'm telling you to bring your sound equipment and instruments... We lost our venue, so we'll use Reynell's Galería.

They don't want to see us dancing? We will make them watch us dance.

A massive roar goes off. The crowd is suddenly riled up, like a pile of dry hay set alight by a match.

(Quietly) What do we do now...?

Let's... start by keeping an eye on them...

(Quietly) Uh... Did we get the job done?

(Quietly) No idea, but either way, they are going to the Galería.

(Quietly) Report, the musbeasts have emerged from the hole.

Señor, where do I put this vase?

Oh, that goes to Exhibition Hall No. 3.

Gracias.

You're going the wrong way. Hall No. 3 is that way.

Perdón. I'm new here.

(I've searched almost the entire museum. They've got heavy security detail everywhere except this area. I've racked my brains for so long, but none of my ideas got me inside.)

(Dammit. Even though all the leads pointed me here...)

(Someone's coming...)

The opening ceremony is about to start. Señor Miłosz requested everyone to leave the Galería and attend the opening ceremony in the plaza.

What? Even us?

He was clear that not a single one of us is to stay in here.

Alright... Let's go, hermanos.

Strange... Reynell is making everyone go to his conference...? What is he trying to do?

This place doesn't seem all that special either compared to the other places.

Maybe...

Ernesto takes out a few glass balls from his pocket and places them gently onto the ground. Although they should normally be stationary on a flat surface, they all begin to roll in the same direction.

The floor is slightly slanted...

(Knocks on wall)

Just as I thought. Here's a secret door.

Let me guess... Maybe this unremarkable painting?

The conference will start in two hours, and some early arrivals are already seated. Have you decided what you're talking about during the ceremony?

Doesn't matter. It's all to buy us time, anyway. Let's just pick something from the proposals we got. That CVAP thing looks good to me.

What will we use for the background picture of the presentation? A painting from the Galería?

Use a picture of Mateo.

If you humiliate him like that, knowing him, he'll likely have an outburst.

Why are you worried? I invited him exactly because I wanted to humiliate him. Besides, do you think I still care about his tantrums, after all this time?

His rage is nothing compared to the despair that those below will feel when the Galería explodes.

The wealth that was invested into this place and the money-grubbing ambitions of the arts market... It's all going up in one big explosion.

All that worthless trash sold at astronomical prices... Grotesque creations with their expressions and messages warped...

True art left untouched in storage, only ever seeing the light of day when resold...

Look at what those greedy men have done to them. Now, these pieces will at last find a proper home in the flames.

The art market will be in chaos the next few years...

That's what I want... Every time those investors think back on this day, they will shudder and quake...

They'll see the true value of the arts, never again to be mere merchandise for trading.

And the artists who suffer for it will finally be free of this market madness.

It's a shame my mother and the old bones aren't here...

Reynell...

Come sit with me a little, Miłosz.

Let's wait for tomorrow together.

So dark... There's not even a bit of light here...

Good thing I brought a flashlight.

(Gulps)

Wh-What's this...?

With the flashlight's beam, Ernesto finds packaging bags scattered across the hidden room's floor. The flammables inside are all neatly placed against the wall.

They are piled on top of one another, reaching all the way to the ceiling.