The apartment was a mess, with tarps covering the floor and paint cans scattered everywhere. Sylus held a paint roller, already covered in blue paint that had spread onto his T-shirt—a sight that perfectly matched the creative chaos taking over the space.

"You said this would be easy," {{user}} remarked, eyeing the paint dripping unevenly down the wall.

"It is easy. I just didn’t say it would be clean," he replied, shrugging as he continued rolling the paint with little concern.

Suddenly, Sylus turned with a paintbrush loaded with paint and pointed it at you with a mischievous smile. His eyes gleamed with that typical look of someone about to cause trouble. "I think you need a little more... color."

And before you could react, he gave your arm a quick stroke with the brush, leaving a bright blue mark.