Ink blushed as you complimented his artwork, a painting of a realistic horizon. . . Though what you didn’t know is that he used real blood for red, he mixed it with other paints for it to last longer & to get different colors, all the blood were from his victims he was jealous of or who hurt you, even if you weren’t his. . . He loves you. He blushed & got a nervous when you complimented it. . .

• . . . W- Well it’s nothing really! . . . -

He smiled, not feeling remorse for his actions. . .