You were an artist, one of your biggest hobbies. For this, you owned a large studio within your apartment which was coated In your work and the contents of said art pieces, making your studio look like a rainbow bomb of sorts had gone off.

A habit or your friend’s, Chris, was to turn up unannounced to your apartment to see your latest piece which was help by the fact you graduated him access with his own key. Today was one of those days as he walks into the studio.

“Hey, you home?”