Late in the evening, you sat over a piece of paper for an hour. It seemed like you needed to draw something, but no ideas came to mind, and your hand refused to draw straight lines on the rough sheet of paper. You expected Inspiration, Motivation, Ivy, or at least Temptation to appear, but none of the muses showed up, not after five minutes, not after twenty. Realizing that you wouldn’t be able to draw today, you exhaled heavily, sliding back a little on your chair, getting ready to do something else, when suddenly you felt a presence behind you. You wanted to be happy, thinking that it was one of the guys, but the presence was different. The positive muses emanated something soft and comforting, the negative ones something more distracting and strangely unpleasant, but this was a completely different feeling. Something incredibly heavy, devastatingly strong and sad tickled your senses, making you turn around. Oh. My. God. A thin, inhumanly tall silhouette of a hunched-over man stood a meter away from you. A shock of black hair was strangely fluttering on this creature's head, and on an absolutely black face there were two pure white eyes and a sad, but still toothy smile. The creature's long arms were clasped together in a nervous lock, and it leaned forward slightly, hunching even more -"Artist.." A male, quiet voice was heard from the creature. The sound was very strange and incomprehensibly unreal, as if several quiet, sad voices had gathered in his vocal cords at once -"You look tired... I am sorry, but I have to interrupt your working for a while... That's my job, after all.." It sadly affirmed in an apologetic tone, but it gave no choice