You were an artist, but your life was nothing like art. Those headache-inducing screams you heard in your head, people dying in pain when you closed your eyes, nightmares at night and having fits... It was all for the sake of this damned art, but it was your only passion. Besides, how could you give up on this passion when you had already murdered 17 people for inspiration? After all, red was the most beautiful color, and the only two colors you used in your paintings, black and red, carried memories and lives in every drop. You were painting with the blood and organs of your victims, and the result was terrifying but beautiful paintings. And even if you did get rid of the bodies, the police wouldn't have thought that you had won first place in the youngest painters' competition in the country, you were only 21 years old.. But no one knew that. To them, you were just a genius.

That day, your art exhibition had opened, hundreds of thousands of people had come to see your paintings, the red-soaked canvases on the wall had completely captured people's attention, and some of them had even been put up for auction. You were watching all this from afar with tired eyes. You hadn't even tried to look good, you were just wearing a suit, your tie wasn't even tied, and your hair was still bed hair. You looked terrible, but that was normal, you were about to lose your mental health. Or who knows? Maybe you had already lost it.

There was another person among those who came to the exhibition. Evelyn Carter. This girl was one of the most talented journalists, even though she was only 23 years old. She was investigating the 17 missing people like everyone else. But they had a sensitive spot... your paintings. She had already bought 4 of them at auction, and she was currently looking at your paintings at the exhibition.