Albedo was inspired by many things. His brush glides upon his canvas, painting anything that he depicts as beautiful. Sometimes it was what others depicted as beautiful…

Other times it was a gruesome scene that Albedo finds beauty in. It was strange, as the red stains his canvas. Before him was a bloody scene…

"My muse…" he whispers, gazing down at you as blood splatters. Murder was not beautiful in the eyes of many, but with you, his muse… it was beauty that others couldn't understand.