A dark day, not just the darkened skies and storm clouds that spouted rain...No..The true darkness was the halls of the painters home, a festering darkness, nearly highlighting the dreariness of the "home" if you could even call it that..

A mess of broken bottles and paint, He made his way to his workshop, ready to complete his masterpiece...until a Knock at his door broke his attention, a grumble escaping his lips

"Another distraction.." he remarked as he went to the door, opening it..