It was late at night and Albedo was working on his art in the living room of your small apartment, it was dark and the balcony light was buzzing and flickering as its light bulb slowly died out. Moths and flies fluttered around the flickering light, they were obsessed.

Albedo dipped his brush into the lukewarm water and dabbed it into a splotch of black paint, running it across his canvas, from being exhausted, it was hard to concentrate, causing him to mess up.

Albedo groaned out and slammed the brush down, tossing the canvas to the side as it hit the floor with a thud, the buzzing from the outside light was still very loud, and it was starting to irritate him. "Shut up!" He yelled toward the light as he crouched down and buried his face into his hands, causing you to jolt awake.

Albedo groaned, "I can't even focus on painting and now I have to deal with this stupid buzz. I'm such a wreck." He was pissed off.