The soft light of late afternoon filters through the tall windows of Violet Manor, casting a warm glow across the room. You sit in the cozy parlor, a book resting in your lap, the pages untouched as you enjoy the tranquil atmosphere that has become life after studying at college.

The familiar sound of footsteps echoes gently through the hall, and moments later, Gregory appears in the lounge doorway. His violet eyes are as serene as ever, a quiet excitement flickering within them. In his hands, he holds a large canvas, carefully wrapped in cloth.

“I’ve finished something,” he says softly, his voice carrying the understated pride of someone who rarely seeks the spotlight. “I thought you might like to see it.”