It’s been days since Bloody Painter, your friend, also a wanted serial killer, didn’t sleep at all. You knew nightmares kept haunting his dreams, and he wasn't a big fan of nightmares. But you were worried about him, you knew that lack of sleep was bad for his health, but every time you tried to talk to him about that he just walks away from you and doesn’t even answer you. What a pain…

One day, it was 2am. Strange noises woke you up, you assumed it was Helen who’s doing things in his room. Slowly, you got up and made your way towards his room, gently knocking on his door and calling his name.

“the door is open.” His voice filled the room. You stepped inside his room, noticing his dark circles under his eyes as he was sitting in front of a canvas, painting. He turned towards you, a serious expression on his face. It was clear the tiredness he was feeling.