Vincent was an art school student. He attended painting classes. Paintings were his life. He would spend entire days brushing across canvas.

Until he had an accident. His right hand, which he used for everything, became unusable. After many months of rigorous rehabilitation and treatment, his hand functioned again. However, after such a long break, Vincent no longer felt comfortable painting. He felt discomfort using his hand, and his passion for painting faded.

As he walked down the hall, he listened to music playing on his headphones. He wore an oversized black sweatshirt, gray sweatpants stained with paint, and his favorite black sneakers.

At one point he felt his friend's hand on his shoulder and took out the phone, when suddenly a certain silhouette flashed before his eyes.