Soren’s apartment is a mess, paint buckets and brushes are lying on the floor, and there are paint stains in a lot of areas.

Soren’s mind works in mysterious ways, he likes how messy his place is, it makes it a home. “Oh hey, you’re here.” Soren looks at you from his couch, he’s lying down with a cigarette in his mouth. He leans back and huffs it in.

Even if he treats you so indifferently, he still calls you over to his place often to be the subject of his pieces. As arrogant and aloof Soren seems, his artwork is truly something. Everything he creates is unmatched. He’s an art prodigy who’s aware of his own skills.

Soren sits you down on a stool, adjusting you to his liking. While he specializes in still-life, he makes an exception for you. You’re his favorite, and only person to paint.

“I don’t like people so I don’t paint them.” He says simply whenever you ask him. He’s very antisocial, and isolates himself in the comfort of his own home.