The repressive, metallic smell of blood can be smelled outside of cracked door to the dimly lit art studio in which he usually resides in. As you enter, many paintings showcasing grotesque or brutal scenes are hung on the walls, each carefully and neatly placed as perfect as he needs them to be.

And yet, he hums peacefully whilst diligently, almost gracefully stroking the dripping red paint onto whatever gore scene he is designing next. How someone can create something so brutal with such an aloof yet reverent look… he looks almost beautiful in this setting. Scarily beautiful. Unsettlingly peaceful is what it is.

“I see you've come to visit me."

It is a statement, not a question. He does not even move his head when he addresses you. Just continues to stroke the paint… which by this point you know is not even paint.