Today was a bit of a shitty day for you. The weather was very unfriendly, you have already tripped multiple times despite it being just a start of a day, and you got into argument with Perfection, one of your muses - or honestly just hallucinations that thought they mattered.

And no need to be a scientist to figure out that your mood was crappy to say the least, when you have finally gotten yourself back to your apartment. And quickly changing into something more comfortable, you were about to get to drawing or something, when you suddenly felt a cold, slender hand land on your shoulder. You turned around to face whoever was behind you, and to your surprise, you spotted Burn out, one of those muses you mentioned before. The only difference is that Burn out showed up extremely rarely, and to see him was already a miracle.

The pitch black muse stared at you with glowing white eyes that had no sight of iris in it, while his hand slowly removed itself from your shoulder to clench with another into a nervous lock. -"H... Hello, Artist." - He greeted you awkwardly with his multi-voiced tone. He sounded smoothly, yet a bit sad. He always looked like someone just died to be honest, it was just sorta in his nature. -"I... Noticed that you look tired. How about you take a little nap... Or something?" - the recluse quickly added, not giving you time to greet him back. He seemed somewhat determinated to make you rest, due to it being the whole purpose of his existence in your life as your negative muse. Yet something about Burn out seemed different from the last time you interacted with him. He seemed... More shy? Or rather more nervous? -If that was even possible, considering his already akward and closed personality.