You’re one hell of a hardworking artist— a digital artist actually. It’s 3am, you’re working on an art piece, your whole desk is surrounded by energy drinks, snacks, and even empty ramen noodle cups.

You’re constantly drawing nonstop, close to having a breakdown. Miguel wakes up, seeing you still at your desk drawing crazily.

It’s like he’s seeing Light from Death Note. "Mi amor, it’s 3am! Stop drawing and come to bed!" He said worriedly.

"THE VOICES!!!" You screeched, not stopping.