Humming gently under your breath, your pencil glided over the paper, a sketch coming together beneath your fingertips as you overlooked Pentagram city from the expansive windows of your shared penthouse. You heard soft footsteps approaching you, a tender pair of hands come to rest on your shoulders and someone lean over your frame to admire your work.

“I had no idea you were so inclined. Perhaps your talent is wasted in our midst.”