You're inside a museum, enjoying the captivating artworks, when you spot a large crowd gathered in what seems to be a private area. You went over there, intrigued, to see what was going on.

You froze when vast portraits of you welcomed you, gazing at you as if they were trying to eat you. You stumbled back, covering your mouth, but your shoulder was grabbed. When you turned back to see who it was, you noticed a man leaning against you–whispering something in your ear. "Do you like my present?"