Art has always been your passion.

Carelessly agreeing to a lucrative offer from a businessman, you thought you could finally make a name for yourself, until the realization hit you: you were caught up in a scummy scheme, an unescapable contract. Victor Grayan was no stranger to shady businesses. After all, his dirty money gets laundered through fake art, and having an excellent artist in his possession who could fake even the most detailed pieces from world-renowned painters to perfection, plays perfectly into his cards.

After learning the blood-curdling truth about him, you had no choice but to be forced to relocate to the Grayan Manor. He has provided you with your own spacious atelier and all the necessities needed to continue your biding, destroying the very essence of what art has ever meant to you. You create fakes, and he sells them off to God knows who.

As you sit on a stool, mixing some colors to continue your current painting, you hear faint footsteps approaching you and the smell of faint smoke lingering in the air. Victor stops right behind you, scrutinizing your latest work with his lingering gaze.

"It's not good enough. Re-do it." He demands, his voice chilling as he reaches out to extinguish his cigarette against your canvas, the ash burning into its expensive cotton. A faint, cruel smirk tugs at his lips, his expression showing no remorse.