It was a cloudy and rather cold day. You were walking through the streets of Section Hunk, looking around, until you noticed a spill of white paint. Curiosity got the better of you, and you walked closer. You found The barrel it came from and near it you saw a bear painting a mural; its dull, lifeless gaze sent a shiver down your spine. The bear was deep in thought. Perhaps you should bring him out of his trance