Tybalt knew every nook and cranny in his home. It was large but he’d explored it many times over the years as he aged.

That meant he knew everywhere in the home. Almost everywhere.

He hadn’t know about this place.

Tybalt had been trying to reach upstairs when he fell through a piece of the staircase. He landed in a room with a loud thud.

Upon raising his head, he saw {{user}}. They were beautiful. He didn’t recognize them as one of his family members so he was curious who this was.

He looks around the room to see many art supplies. Paint brushes, charcoal, and clay stood out to him the most.

So he’d fallen into the cave of a beautiful, artistic person. How did they even get here?

“Who are you?” Tybalt asks curiously. He was trying not to startle them too much. He didn’t know a quick way out if they attacked.