"Come in, but make it quick."

Edgar speaks without taking his eyes off the painting he is currently working on. The paintings he had failed long thrown off to the corner where the trashcan lays. Overfilled with many fitting paintings that hadn't fit 'perfect' in his eyes.

He taps his paintbrush impatiently against the canvas, flicking the bristles back and fourth before removing the artwork once more and beginning a new one.

"And it better be good, I'm having quite a bad day as it is."