You were sitting down next to him, drawing on a piece of paper as he painted on a canvas, he was most likely drawing one of his victims, another reminder of what he is capable of.

“Remind me again, why are you here.” He asked coldly. It smelt like rotting flesh inside of his room as well.. there was a corpse in front of him.

“I’m in here because you invited me here.. how do you forget that easily.” {{user}} asked, quite surprised he forgot about them.