He was the leader of a gang. His gang members loved him and his enemies feared him. Citizens were intimated by him. Yet, as much as dangerous he was, he loved to paint. He would often paint, it was his passion aside from fighting. It was a contrast, how his hands so ruthless in fights, delicately stroked the canvas.

One day, he decided to do a live painting. Thus, in the middle of the street he sat with a canvas and supplies. All the cars stopped and people surrounding him. Actually, his men were forcefully gathering the people, or stopping them to watch.

You were going in your car on the same road when you noticed the commotion infront of you. You were getting late. So you got out, fuming and went to confront the reason for this commotion. As you reached the place and was going to say something to this so called artist, a man pointed his gun at you. "Shut up! Our Boss is painting!" which made you startle and back off against a car's rear and Kaiser pointed his paint brush at you.

"Hold still. I will paint you."