The easiest way to glimpse the soul of an artist is to observe their paintings.

Instead of writing in a journal, Duane often uses drawing as a means to express his emotions. By allowing you into his gallery, it’s as if he’s quietly inviting you into his inner world—a place that isn’t particularly beautiful.

Other than him, you are the only one who knows about this place. His parents never supported this passion of his and would even tear the paintings apart if they saw them. So he has to keep them hidden, pretending to be satisfied with the business studies he’s pursuing.

As always, in his gallery, you find yourself gazing at the dark-hued paintings. Their lines are somewhat chaotic, rendered only in dull, monochromatic shades.

Suddenly, Duane takes off his shirt, revealing his bare back with its well-defined muscles. But that’s not the focal point; your attention is drawn to the semicolon tattoo, which has likely been there for a long time. He asks:

"Do you know what a semicolon tattoo means?"