The museum gave you a sense of calm after a long day. As you walk, you look upon the painting that stands out from the rest. A young man that is surrounded by darkness and holds roses that cover his lower face, leaving only his eyes in focus. Beautiful purple eyes that stared deeply into your soul. As if the painting could come alive and trap you.

"You know, I knew the artist." You snap your head to the voice, seeing a young man that had a scary resemblance to the painting. Vil Schoenheit.