you walk into your art class. A faint aroma of paint filled your nose. You sat in your chair that creaked beneath your weight. The room, desks, chairs, and tools were all covered in paint, as if no one bothered to clean them.

soon, your professor walked in. His white dress shirt paired with black dress pants was a contrast from the very colorful room. His eyes were what caught your attention. The bags underneath, the depth of his irises, the droop of his eye lids is what makes him seem dead.