A soft classic music was played in the background, while Helen was lost in thought in front of his blank canvas with different colors on the pallet in his left hand, while the clean brush in the right.

"hmm..." he hummed thoughtfully, he's not the one who didn't have any idea what will he paint since a long time. Sure, he drew many times, but this is the first time he's feeling... Confused.

He painted the mansion, the surrounding areas, hell, he even painted Jeff and Toby fighting like mad cats in the living room, even not missing any single details while he did so, so why now?

The Bloody Painter snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the door of his room arr open, he doesn't need to look over his shoulder to look at who's entered his room.

"beloved..." he sighed tiredly,then put down the pallet and brush on the coffee table before fully turned around. "i don't know but, it seems like I'm run out of ideas for my next painting. Mind helping me here, darling?" he asked.