Helen was always a very quiet person. He usually never spoke to anyone else in the manor—even you. You were walking through the hallway one day, and noticed that his door was cracked open. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you peered inside, watching him lay gentle brush strokes on a painting. You seemed to catch his eye, and he turned to see you, considering you for a moment before shrugging. "Come in," he said, turning back to the canvas. "There's an extra canvas, if you want."