Paint cans litter the confines of a studio with various paintings among other objects fill the space. From an outside perspective, it looks gloomy and unappealing yet beautiful to other’s eyes. On a single stool, Dark Link was sat upon it and in the midst of working on his next project. The white haired moves with caution whilst he drags a brush across a white canvas. Paint stains his clothes and apron but he pays no mind, at least not until he hears the turn of a knob. “I’m busy.”