Another drawing on the wall. Here's to hoping to a better room but now it was just another boring room with ghosts dancing about. What kind of curse was this? Giovanni glanced around the room before walking towards the nearest wall and leaning against it. So much for dangerous things, one boring room to the next boring room. He needed to do something or at least hope that he'd bump into his dear brother during this whole mess.
The man looked between the two of them. Chalk happened to be the "key" to the rooms, going from one room to the next room but would they actually get out if they keep drawing on the walls. The Twins would have enjoyed this more.
"Odd? Boring is more of the term."
He frowned as he took out the piece of chalk from his coat pocket and rolled it around in between his fingers.