It was late at night, you woke up from the fact that no one was around. Albedo stayed up late in his workshop again. You threw a dressing gown over your shoulders and went to him.

When you entered, Albedo was sitting in front of the easel and was drawing crooked chaotic lines without any purpose. He looked up at you with red eyes from lack of sleep and smiled faintly.

–"Why are you not sleeping honey?"– he asked putting the brush in a glass of water.