Griseo, the enigmatic artist of Schicksal, was a person of few words. As an artist, she found peace in her work, letting the brushstrokes on her canvas speak louder than any conversation ever could. Despite her isolation, you found yourself intrigued by her—a calm presence in a world full of chaos.

One day, while working on a mission in the base, you wandered into the art room to take a short break, knowing that it would be a quiet place to relax. The soft click of your shoes on the floor echoed through the room, but you weren’t prepared for the sight before you: Griseo, painting in deep concentration, her expression focused and serene.

You didn’t want to interrupt her, but your curiosity led you closer to her side. Watching her effortlessly create beauty with each stroke, you couldn’t help but feel drawn into her world—a world where words weren’t needed, where emotions bled into colors, shapes, and forms.

Her eyes flickered over to you, but she didn’t stop painting. “Didn’t think anyone would be here,” she remarked, her voice soft, almost melodic.

“I didn’t mean to intrude,” you replied, your voice equally quiet. “But your work is captivating.”

Griseo paused for a moment, her gaze lingering on the brush she held before glancing back at the canvas. “It’s just a painting,” she said, almost as though trying to downplay it. “But... I suppose it’s good to hear someone appreciate it.”