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‘Huh? What is this? Apple?’ That question shot right into his brain while he was learning over the taste of that forbidden fruit that smeared over the petite-framed girl as their lips locked onto each other. Shivers crept down into his spine, making him tremble lightly upon the excitement that sparked throughout every strand of his pleasure nerves. Those sparks were like the lowest voltage of electrical energy that awakened all of his senses; it even succeeded in making goosebumps on the young man’s pale skin. The second his lips grazing at her rosy lips, it was the moment when he recalled by the taste of that one fruit that always being his weird obsession. That fruit was no other but that red, circular fruit, that squeezed sugary essence—apple. Soohyuk would always go crazy whenever he saw the fruit; he would do anything to get that fruit to be in his hold and taste the whole sweetness that the fruit offered.

The lanky young man even had stabbed an eating knife when another patient snatched that fruit right in front of his eyes when they were eating breakfast years ago. That incident then was one of several reasons why the man had been imprisoned in the solitary confinement of the asylum. Why could he have a weird obsession for an apple? The reason was still unknown, however, one thing for sure, that obsession was always inside the raven-haired young man ever since he was still a little child. Soohyuk had never touched or ate the fruit again for a long time already since that incident, the workers at the asylum thought if they did not serve apples there would not be any incident like that happen again. Certainly, it brought a great fury to the devil, a long pent-up fury that buried within him and ready to blow anytime when something triggered it.

Then again, when his taste bud tasted the very flavor of the apple from the midnight black-haired girl, he could not help but thrilled to the stage when he almost lost control. He wanted—no, he needed more of it, for sure. The devil needed to taste the never-ending sweetness that the rosy lips presented. Just as his lips wanted to dig in further into his newfound object of obsession, the light tug on his shirt forced him to pull away straight from her lips. That action stunned him, surprised obsidian eyes landed right at the object of his wonder and the devil became baffled once he found it was none other but her who did the deed.

Curiosity filled those obsidian orbs again; this time he grasped gently the same hand that tugged on his shirt. Soohyuk’s head tilted a bit to the side as he was observing the milky-skinned hand that belonged to the petite girl. “Why?” That deep, baritone voice echoed quietly as he asking to the unmoving small palm as if it could talk. The latter was keep sinking inside his mind that crammed by questions. His left hand then came into his view before his eyes drifting to his own, which was much bigger than the soft hand on his hold. The black, triangular tattoo that embedded on front side of his wrist glared, the symbol that revealed who the devil really was. Revealing the symbol that held the secret behind his insanity and having this particular darkness within him. Soohyuk’s attention then returned to her palm and ever so slowly, bringing that smaller palm to his cheek.

A pleasant, burning sensation smeared over his cheek like warm butter and the young man could not help but surrender to that feeling. He cupped her palm closer on his cheek as he was grazing his cheek against the warm palm like a kitten that thirsty of affection from its master. Soohyuk did not care if he was in his vulnerable state right now, he was aware of it, because the only matter was the unknown sensation that pleased him, a new sensation, which actually he supposedly had experienced when he was still a little, but it just awakened now. Moreover, the most weird fact was, that feeling appeared from the stranger girl that he barely knew.

@lee soohyuk (( ahah am I? cx why thank you *hearteu hearteu*
oh you're welcome and sorry about the short reply ;; I wanted to reply back ASAP, but I also wanted it to be good too so yeah this is the result lol ))

Once again, he didn't reply, it wasn't like she was expecting an answer from him because it seemed like he didn't really talk much anyways. He continued doing as he pleased, not caring if the girl minded or not, she made an unfamiliar noise and her cheeks turned even more red. She hoped the man didn't hear her and bit her lip. There was a different aura in the air and she couldn't quite catch it, it made her curious, very curious. He stopped his actions before looking at her with his dark orbs, this time she didn't feel scared, she wasn't exactly sure what she was feeling right now. They continued staring at each other until the man placed his hand on top of her forehead causing her to blink a couple of times before he moved his hand down to her temple, then to one cheek, after was her nose, then back to her other cheek. He stopped at her lips and started brushing his finger over it, she didn't know why, but her heart sped up once he stopped there.

His lips touched her forehead, the girl has had her mother kiss her on the forehead, but this felt different. Closing her eyes, she let the man continue, the girl actually enjoyed this, it was comforting and it showed another side of him. She felt his lips atop of hers, the girl, surprisingly, gently tugged on his shirt to pull him closer. The girl's heartbeat increased rapidly, there was many questions in her head, but the one she was really curious about was why was she doing this? The answer to her question was that it was addicting to her, strange she knows, but still.

@bae irene [] lol you're cute, you know! XD It's okay~ I understand ^^ Thank you for being considerate not to godmod ^o^

A deep rumbling sound reverberate from the base of the young man’s throat, it was similar with the rumbling sound from a cat whenever someone d its throat. With eyelids came down, hiding the eyes of the devil, the lanky man had drowned into endless sea of unknown. The impassive and intimidating air that always being the highlight of him, this time was entirely absence, leaving a relaxed and tranquil expression that colored his pale face. This Soohyuk did not look perilous or like a person, you had to avoid at all. This one merely looked like a harmless little boy who was looking for something comforting, as his lips did not stop exploring a new territory, which made him became curious to dig further. With lean, yet sturdy arms propping his body on the each side of her body, the raven-haired young man kept resuming what he was doing now.

A faint, almost quiet whisper shattered the silence inside the room. The question none other was from the girl under him who had regained her conscious back. Soohyuk was aware at the now conscious girl, nevertheless, the raven-haired young man was too engrossed with his activity and declined to give any explanation. His exploration along the hollow space of somewhat brought an alien sensation to him, which a sensation that he could not able to name it. The boogeyman craved for more of it as well, he had admitted it. True that his childhood most likely as common as other people, with warm and loving family around him. Nevertheless, as long as he could reminisce from his memories, he had never felt those kinds of feeling like people usually called as love. The word just could not reach him. Soohyuk always felt that he was living in a white world, yet, he was the only black in that world.

He also could remember of how his late mother was always holding his one little hand whenever they were strolling out, or when she caressed his puffy cheeks. Still, none of those was able to make him feeling something! It was not only his mother, but his other family members as well. Yet, the tiny stranger who he aimed as his prey a while ago was capable to give bizarre, unknown feelings. As crazy as it sounded, that was the truth. Soohyuk pulled away from the crooked space of her neck before that pool of endless black gazing right at her wide brown ones. Nothing was present inside those obsidian orbs, but the owner was like searching for something in the girl whose body was far smaller against his towering stature. Were other parts of her feel the same as her jugular area? Well, he would not know if he did not find out about it. Driving by the same curiosity, the lanky man raised his hand and landed it right on her forehead.

Soohyuk let his bony fingers grazing against the skin there, feeling the contour and each texture of it under his careful touch. His obsidian eyes were following every movement from his fingers, learning the new sensation that he felt. From her forehead, the devil’s bony fingers turning downward to her temple, to her right cheek, crossed her button nose to her left cheek, until the final destination came, her lips. Those pair of small, rosy lips was the one that intriguing him most than her other features of her face. It was different much from his own as he caressed her lips with his long, index finger. Soohyuk was like not a human, he was curious against every little thing on the same creature as he was, aside from her gender of course. He wanted to find out the feel of her features under his lips, and with that, the raven-haired young man leaned even closer and pressed his lips on the midnight black-haired girl’s forehead.

He did the same thing like what he had done with his fingers just now, exploring every inch of her skin on her face. It was warm and tender as her neck, just as he had expected. With eyelids closed, his lips kept exploring on the surface of her skin until he came to the part that he most interested. Soohyuk’s lips grazed at hers, he put a bit more force when meeting with her lips since the sensation he found was making him a quite surprised. The lips was the softest one from her every other feature he had felt and the one that sending the alien feeling stronger. Why? Why was it like that?

@lee soohyuk (( otl otl this is only a paragraph because I tried not to godmod and like if I wanted to write another paragraph I would be godmodding, I think, because I wouldn't know if he would do the thing that I wanted him to do (it isn't anything bad btw >.> ) so like I'm babbling now lmao, but it would've been totally easier if she wasn't unconscious. I hope you don't mind tho ono;; ))

Still unconscious, the girl was unaware of anything happening around her resulting her not knowing that the man carried her all the way up to his room. Honestly, she would've been surprised, that he would actually do something like this, if she was awake because he did try to kill her. The man carefully placed her on the bed and the girl laid there as if she was dead, she felt cold fingers drifting across her sore neck, a few moments later, causing her to shift. It didn't really hurt, but it felt like it was a dream, maybe she was just dreaming of this all. A pair of lips met her neck afterwards, the feeling was weird yet it felt nice, she's never experienced anything like this. This is definitely not a dream, it didn't feel like it, in the least, the girl continued to stir and, finally, her eyes fluttered open. The man, it looked like the man, well it had to be him unless someone else came in here, but he probably would've killed him. What the girl saw shocked her, it took a few seconds for her to comprehend what was happening. When is he going to stop, she thought, after figuring out who was doing those things her cheeks flushed and she whispered "Umm.. wh-what are you doing?"

@bae irene [] lol no worries, bby! ^^

That was fool of him to ask such question when the answer, in fact, was already obvious. Yes, she was a human, but that answer was not the exact one the raven-haired young man wanted to hear. He needed an answer to solve what this something that made the girl all of sudden succeeded to make the devil in him drove him to stop his action from ripping her soul completely. Was it the newfound lights that sparking in her eyes as she was somewhat unwavering now? She even scoffed at him; nonetheless, he assumed that was not it. Otherwise, was it the silent plead that shined from those same eyes a while ago when in reality, screamed at him to stop? Oh, Soohyuk could see it clearly about how the eyes, which were the reflection of people’s souls, begged him to spare their lives. That also happened with the girl, yet, as long as he could remember he was pleased to see her soul tortured before that voice entirely stopped him.

The midnight black-haired girl had turned into a mess, just look at her appearance now. The view of his supposedly victim was still alive and survived somehow amused yet puzzled him. This was new from the raven-haired young man to let his prey off from his grasp, and that made her as the sole and first survivor of his killing spree. Nevertheless, she looked broken, as it suited her new reputation, as the survivor was merely a pure luck since something was wrong with the silent killer. He, of course, had fixed his expression to be impassive as usual while he was staring back at the girl. Angry, red bruises from the death grip of his earlier marred her delicate skin, marked that she just tasted the insanity of the boogeyman of Seoul. As in autopilot mode, the lanky young man stepped forward toward the girl for the second time. Just as he wanted to do something, the girl collapsed onto the ground with a soft thud all of a sudden, out of cold.

The situation was troublesome with the girl who just passed out just now. Soohyuk did not know whether he should just let her lying on the ground as now or he continued to do what he wanted to do before—killed her. His mind jumbled with lots of possibility, for a few moments the raven-haired young man was contemplating to choose the best option. However, what he did next was much shocking, even the latter himself had no damn idea why he did so. The silent killer gathered the unconscious girl on his arms before brought her over back to the second floor, which was his living place. Later, the door that connected to his bedroom was opened; the owner was coming over with an unconscious girl on his hold. The tall young man laid the mysterious girl on his bed then those pair of obsidian eyes gazed down at the sleeping figure. What had he done exactly? Bringing a supposedly victim of his to his own bedroom, and now what? His previous intention to end her life, as she was unconscious was no longer present and it brought great puzzlement to Soohyuk. From what he could remember, as it was still fresh in his mind, he just went along with his instinct as it told him that what he had done was the best option. Was it really the best option? The answer was still vague, nevertheless, the raven-haired young man could feel the somewhat rightness with his action.

Soohyuk then stretched the same hand he used to choke around her neck, but this time, his bony fingers glided over to those angry red bruises on her neck. Such an unreal action from the silent killer since those sinful fingers that had robbed many souls caressed against the soft skin of the girl’s neck with much delicacy. It was as if the devil was afraid if he put more force, she would break into pieces. The hollowness inside his obsidian orbs now shined with curiosity of the milky skin of hers, Soohyuk was like a child who was curious over something trivial like that. He wanted to know how such warm and delicate skin could exist since his was far from warm as well as delicate. Like a child with huge curiosity he was, the raven-haired young man leaned forward until the gap that bridged him and the girl was no longer exist before he ducking down his head to place his lips on the marred skin.

The sensation when his lips grazed against the light-brown-haired girl’s delicate skin was an alien one to him. He had never felt something this tender as this girl’s skin and somehow, the warmth that spread from her skin gave a weird pleasant at him. Ever so slowly, Soohyuk explored the angry red marks, which came from him, with his lips in the same gentle way.

@lee soohyuk (( oh ok then ;u; I was worried that you were >< ))

Seconds have passed by until he decided to have mercy on the poor girl and let her go. The girl was surprised, surprised that the man actually let her live, did he feel guilty that he was going to kill her? No, that wasn't possible, it was as if the man had no heart at all. Starting to question about what was going on in the man's head, she fell to the floor, trying to regain the air that had left without coming back and sat there for a few minutes, breathing heavily. Dizzy was one word to describe how she was feeling right now, she felt like she was going to faint anytime soon. Moving her hand to her head, the girl looked up at him and saw that he was looking back at her with a strange expression.

"What are you...?" those words came out of his mouth and she blinked for a couple of seconds. His voice was deep, that didn't shock her at all. Just by looking at his face, she kinda figured that he would have a deep voice of some sort. One thing that did shock her was that his voice actually soothed her, it baffled the girl how an insane person like him would have a calm and soothing voice, it just didn't match, but she shouldn't let looks deceive her. Remembering that the man asked her a question, the girl quickly cleared and looked at him in the eye before gulping. "What do you mean by what am I? I'm a human, obviously, unlike some people." proud that she didn't stutter at him again, her head was held high showing that she wasn't scared of the man anymore or was she? She realized what she had said and quickly looked away. Not daring to look at him again, she stood up and was about to speak before she fell to the floor again. Everything was blurry and she held her head again, blinking a couple of times. "I think I'm going to-" before she could finish her sentence, she blacked out and laid silently on the ground.

@bae irene [] lol it's okay! I'm not annoyed at all XD

To avoid any suspicion from anybody beyond the door behind, especially those goddamn curious bystanders, Soohyuk already had a plan to hide this soon-to-be dead girl from their nosy noses. The raven-haired young man was counting every second until this girl would stop moving for real already with that same wicked expression on his face. The girl herself looked she was ready enough to accept the impending death with eyes shut closed. This was going to be so easy, just a little bit more the pained expression on her face as the result from the silent killer’s death grip would soon fade away along with her soul. Ah, no one knew how much wonderful he was feeling right now, it was surging throughout every nerve in his body, and he felt very much alive than any time before. His brain then wandering to the thought of his little sister and he envisioned that it would be the same—or even more exhilarating—the moment he finally able to rip her soul apart from her body.

‘Stop!’

A familiar voice echoed in Soohyuk’s voice, that familiar voice, which belonged to the malicious darkness inside him. As the result, the raven-haired young man jerked and he slipped his fingers from around the girl’s neck. Many questions emerged in his mind, one by one, as he was still in bewilderment over his own action just now. Why did he stop? Why did that voice order him to do so? He had no idea of his own action just now. Was it because of the girl begged for him to stop? If so, why did he comply with it? Wide obsidian orbs of his gazed at the midnight black-haired girl, this was the first time ever for Soohyuk to be in this kind of expression. “What are you…?” And for the first time since years had never let others hear his voice, the Scarecrow finally talked in deep, baritone voice.

@lee soohyuk (( ene;; I feel like my replies become shorter and shorter every time I reply so sorry about that
and also sorry for saying sorry so much because I feel like you're annoyed about that lmao
oh and also sorry for the late late reply. yeah ok I'm done now lol ))

It was like they were having a staring contest except the girl was scared and the man was going to kill her, she was wishing that he wouldn't though. She couldn't blame him now for wanting to kill her, I mean, she kinda did kick him in the stomach, but killing is going over board, don't you think? They kept staring at each other for a few more seconds, until he decided to take a step toward her. Every step he takes towards her, she takes a step back, away from him, until her back reaches the door. The girl's eyes looked at him with horror and all he was doing was smirking at her, his long cold fingers wrapped around her neck once more and she gulped. She didn't even try to stop him this time, there was no use because he'll just continue. The air started draining out of her lungs and she closed her eyes because she couldn't bare looking into those dull dark orbs of his anymore.

Darkness, that's what she saw, she wasn't dead yet, at least she think she isn't, but his fingers still wrapped around her neck haven't loosened at all. The younger girl wondered if this is what you saw before dying, everyone always said that you would see light, but from what she saw, all there was was darkness or maybe it was just because her eyes were closed. She decided to open her eyes again and was once again met with the man's dull eyes. "P-please.." managing to croak something out, she looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please.. I'm b-begging you.." she closed her eyes again, and hoped that even if he was cruel that he wouldn't actually go through with this.

@bae irene [] Nawww, you're not~ It's okay 'tho ^^

The thin line of the raven-haired young man’s lips ever so slowly growing into a wicked smirk, the latter obviously pleased with what he was doing right now, his long and bony fingers wrapped tight around the poor girl’s neck, blocking any air supplies to enter her lungs. Anyone could see how the real Lee Soohyuk was; the young man was nothing but an epitome of the devil himself. No regret or hesitation flashed across his usually impassive face, which now was painted in sick pleasure. It seemed that today somebody was going to leave this place eternally, and that somebody was the raven-haired girl who seemed willingly ceded her own soul to the devil as in being still oblivious at the current situation. However, fate seemed not to take side with him this time, as what he wanted to happen turned out to be an utter failure. The girl was wide-awake now, eyes snapped open. She finally comprehended what was happening to her, and she was trashing to get away from being choked to death by him.

A swift kick from the panicked girl was enough to be free from the raven-haired young man, Soohyuk groaned quietly as the force pushed him backward. Rage started to bubble inside his chest, he did not accept the fact that a mere little girl managed to escape from him and his wish for her to die by his hands did not happen. Nonetheless, he would make what he wanted to come true and no one could stop him for that. It was the girl’s fault from the first place ‘though to offer herself ‘deliberately’ by intruding into the place she should not have explored. He would think about what was going to happen the moment he succeeded in killing that little girl later. People downstairs that could be the witness from his forthcoming murder were the umpteenth thing, which concerned him. He had to release his fury against the girl who had been running away from him.

The raven-haired young man was towering tall at the top of the stairs, his dark eyes pierced right through hers. With confident step, Soohyuk sauntered toward where the girl was. He said nothing when the latter asked him why he choked her and the motive behind it. Well, she did not worth enough to know his reason whereas she was about to die soon ‘though. In no time, Soohyuk was cornering the girl to the door behind. With the same blank façade as always, he stretched the same hand in which wrapped around before to that place again. Long and bony fingers started to tighten around that delicate neck of hers for the second time; the owner was tilting his head slightly as if he wanted to know what she would do next. If she were going to do the same thing—trashing against him, well, death would be what she would meet.

@lee soohyuk (( it is? ok good ouo. I'm a pretty y writer so yeah ><;;
and also sorry if this is shorter than before otl ))

Footsteps was what has awoken her, she would've opened her eyes, only if she didn't realize that she was somewhere she wasn't supposed to be. Pretend, she thought, maybe if she just pretended to be asleep the man wouldn't do anything to her. Heartbeat increasing, she heard the man footsteps come to a stop and right in front of her. As the man stood there for a minute or two, the girl started to feel uncomfortable. Is he looking where he isn't supposed to be looking? Is he a _____? she thought, but before she moved to do something about it, she felt him take her notebook. Hearing him flip through her notebook made her think of him as a nosy person, but then again she was "sleeping" outside of his room.

The flipping of the pages stopped and she felt the man's presence moving closer to her, she could feel his cold fingers wrapping around her neck and she gasped for air. Her eyes shoot open and she meets a pair of dark orbs looking down at her. He's a monster, she thought, why is he doing this? was it because she intruded? Not thinking, the younger girl kicked the "monster" in the stomach and escaped from his grasp. She quickly ran down the stairs, not caring if she left her belongings there, while gasping for air and she, being stupid like always, turned around to ask the man. "W-were you trying to k-kill me? If s-so, ..why?" she breathed heavily and looked at the man with a raised brow, trying not to look scared.

@bae irene [] No worries~ It's good 'tho!

The faint, almost quiet grate from the hinges of the door caught by his ears, and in a split second, all of his sensory nerves were in full alert. Someone had been trespassing against the borderline he had put up on the doors. The raven-haired young man then turned his body around in an instance to see the intruder, what he got next was quite making him taken aback. A girl appeared to be sleeping with such serenity with a book and a pencil lying limply next to her figure. Those eyebrows of his scrunched down upon the view ahead, bewilderment filled his head as he did not have a slight idea of who in the world that girl was. It seemed that she deliberately encroached on the signs on the door because if she did that by mistake, she would not have been in this very position just like now. What was her true intention ‘though? With many assumptions and unanswered questions jumbled in his head, Soohyuk rose up from his seat to approach the sleeping intruder.

Poor girl, she did not know what fate would come to her the moment she stepped her feet into the room. How could she fall asleep, undisturbed, without realizing the kind of situation she was in? If the girl knew what kind of creature—yes, not just a simple human—she encountered, she definitely would not have dared to go against the door on the first floor, let alone to step her little feet into the gallery. The owner of the place was standing tall right in front of the oblivious sleeping girl now, his ever half-lidded eyes gazed down with its usual impassive expression at the latter. The book and the pencil captured his interest, and with that, he took the first one and opened it. The book turned to be a sketchbook with sketches of things doodled there. It must be belonged to the sleeping girl. The last page of the sketchbook was the sketch of what he assumed as his working room, as it was similar with the room in reality.

Those ever hollow-looking eyes fixed at the girl who was still peacefully asleep, the owner admitted that the girl had talent in drawing. Alas, the talent along with her soul had to depart from this life. An idea emerged inside his head; this idea somehow brought a mental smirk to the raven-haired young man. A little fun would not be hurt, would it? Moreover, this time, the object of his fun was none other but the serenely sleeping girl herself. Such an unlucky luck she had, today probably would be the day where she was able to see the sunlight for the last time. Soon, the raven-haired young man’s lean yet sturdy arm stretched toward the girl and in no time, long and bony fingers wrapped themselves around her delicate neck. How long had it been since the last time he did this? It probably long enough since the very day he was released from that place. In addition, to feel his fingers started to tighten around the soft tissue of skin, it was indeed marvelous.

The impassive and callous expression was present as ever on Soohyuk’s face whilst pair of obsidian orbs piercing right through her. What would she do next? Would she wake up and scream for help or perform something to stop him?

@lee soohyuk The Nero Gallery was filled with a multitude of people, like always, and whispers could be heard mostly everywhere. A group of college students migrated from one place to another, a couple of people leaving one by one to go explore the place themselves. From where the small girl was standing, she could hear murmurs near by. People that were passing by her looked at her with a raised brow questioning her choice of style. The weather outside was freezing and to prevent her from getting frost bite she wore multiple layers of clothing that weren't very eye catching to others, but being a person like her she doesn't really have the time to waste buying new clothes. Ignoring the stares and whispers, she observed the painting and questioned why the painter didn't dare to put eyes on the human as if it would kill him or her. The young girl moved closer to the painting and, how cliche, she spotted the initials on the corner. Hearing someone clear their throat, she quickly backed away, looking down at her notebook while walking away.

"Do not enter without permission." the young girl read off of the door. "but if you tell me not to, then I'd want to do it." looking side to side, she opened the door and casually walked inside the room before closing the door. Stairs and more stairs, that's all you could see when you walk into the room. She sighed and started making her way upstairs, curious of what might be up there. A familiar tune could be heard once she got closer and closer to the room. Another gold sign lay perfect on the door, and she made a face at the door as if the door would get hurt just a bit. The door was opened ajar and the small girl peeked her inside, greeting her was a man, he looked about her age, maybe a bit older. The room looks depressing, only because of the gray walls, but other than that it's like any other room. Taking her notebook and pencil, she drew a quick sketch of the room and being an absolutely smart person, she fell asleep.

(( asdfghjkl; my apologizes if this ;; I at everything ))

@bae irene The bone-chilling breeze of winter gusting every now and then, even hard pavement with thick snow covered on top, people wearing heavy and warm clothing, crowded café and restaurant with people who wanted to protect themselves from the cold weather—such typical scenes where you could find it in winter. Nero Gallery, a two-stories building with red bricks as its exterior that stood on the corner of the street, was quiet as usual. No, it was not empty. It was still two in the afternoon with the Great Sun was still ruling high on the gloomy skies with its every glory. A group of young adults and a couple of college students were spending their time to witness the works of the owner of the gallery. The artworks that was well known not just among people who enjoyed art, but people whom simply curious with the said-works. They all were attracted with the display of paintings on the red brick walls, paintings of people, sceneries, common things, and a few abstract paintings.

However, what captivated most of the people’s attention were the paintings of people, in which they had no eyes on their faces. The artist was leaving the eyes behind on purpose, and everyone who saw it indeed had the same question on their mind. ‘Why they don’t have eyes?’ No one knew the reason behind that quirky motive. Perhaps, the only person who knew the real intention of the eyeless paintings was the artist himself, which was the owner of the gallery itself who went by the initial L.S.H on the corner of his every painting. Speaking of the artist behind the paintings, the young man with raven hair was working on another masterpiece of his inside a room on the second floor, which also the floor where he live at. The door of the room embedded with a small golden plaque with “Do not enter without permission” written on it, reminding anyone with slight more curiosity not to trespass beyond the warning sign. The same golden plaque also embedded on another door on the first floor that hid the wooden staircases behind it, which led to the second floor of the building.

So far, nobody had ever dared to become the first trespasser even though sometimes, some of them were curious to meet with the artist plus the owner of the gallery. Back to the particular room on the second floor, Garry Schyman’s Cohen’s Scherzo No.7 echoed from a standing classical-looking vinyl players inside the small room with gray wallpapers stuck on the walls. The color of the wallpapers itself was making the room became dull-looking and screamed the abnormality of the current individual inside. The room probably was looking as normal as any other room; it was clean with blank white canvases stacked neatly on the corner of the room—just like a common studio. Nevertheless, despite of the normalcy that the room showed, the room itself had become a silent witness of the insanity from the young man that resided there for almost four years. With ever half-lidded eyes, those void obsidian orbs were focused at the canvas ahead, which now filled with a close-up painting of a little girl. The little girl had long, brunette hair, and she was sitting inside supposedly a bedroom—based on the dark blue curtains behind her as the background.

As the eerie melody from the song was still playing, the creator’s hand was still dancing on the canvas as well. The raven-haired young man’s face displayed nothing at all for anyone to guess what was on his head, as it was as blank as the canvases on the corner of the room. The said-man then put aside his brush; the painting of the little girl was finished. If people saw it, they would say it was not complete yet. Nonetheless, the creator said otherwise, another work of his—eyeless painting—was complete.