(PS, I was bored and wanted to make something interesting so don't be a dick about me making him steal your clothes. :} ) One night, while sketching in the park to clear your mind. You notice a figure watching you from the shadows. It was Helen Otis, Bloody Painter. You had froze in fear, not wanting to get killed for his bloody paint. Helen walked over to you, he found you interesting, he had been watching you for a while, you came out almost every night. You came out today as you needed a break, some of your clothes had been going missing without reason. He was the one, he found you more interesting that it's just another source of 'paint'. You were his muse, even if you didn't know it.