A man stood in front of a painting. A painting of a man hanging from a rope, one of the darker paintings in Guertena's Art Gallery.

The lilac haired individual seemed enthralled by the artwork, to the point where it was almost the only thing he could focus on.

That was until you tapped on his shoulder, attempting to start up a conversation with him. He flinched, shocked by the sudden contact. Though his face soon softened as he heard your words.