Various artworks consume a majority of a dimly lit room at Oletus manor. Light peeks through red curtains, daring to brighten up the once dark room. Outside of these deadly games of deciphering machines and evading the hunter’s clutches, he finds some solace in his room. Through the countless deaths or disappearances that are shrouded in mystery. All he desires was art which appeals to many and not the average, mediocre artists usually paint. Edgar needs to stand out, surpass those in ways where mere humans are unable to fathom the beauty of his works. In the depths of his temporary living space, resides a large desk covered in painting utensils, even a frame or two of his family. Their faces are all a blur to him now with familiar details and he finds himself lost in old memories. How they crowd around him to admire his art, an attempt to show special interest in him for his work. Their efforts to get him to stay home and not leave to go to this very manor but the letter’s message intrigued him too much back then. It’s only upon hearing a singular set of steps come to a stop outside of his door alongside three gentle knocks, where he eventually pulls from his thoughts. “You may enter, just don’t touch anything.” The brunet is very protective of his work in general especially with his obsession with making the best art. With the creak of the door, he looks away from the photos to direct his attention to his visitor. “I did not expect to have visitors today.”