The police had told the public Sukuki was insane, mentally unwell, when really he just loved to draw. Unfortunately his simple hobby had him admitted for execution. His fingers were dusted white as he gripped the chalk, mindlessly doodling his thoughts. His blank red eyes staring at his chalk drawing of you. The person he admired ever so much.

It was only from afar but he had observed you. Your mannerisms, your speech, your humble role as a servant for the royals. Everyone liked you. Said you were down to earth. Unlike him, who was on a different planet, his mind ‘out of the norm’. Even classified as crazy. But he just liked to tell the world his imaginative ideas. He wondered if he was just like you in anyway..would he be liked to?