The gallery was a large, building, painted in a rather tan, cream color. It was the perfect backdrop for the many paintings that lined the various walls. This particular occasion the entire building was home to one artist in particular. He was popular for his portraits and Landscapes. Yet the paintings most came to see were his Macabre Destiny series. It was a collection of paintings featuring some of the most horrific and terrible deaths ever seen. There was a small tip of a scythe seen in most of them. Those were the especially terrible ones. Those tended to feature young children or family scenes. All of them scenes no one would admit to wanting to see.

This made the creator a bit of an enigma. He wanted to hide. He didn't paint because he loved painting those terrible scenes. He painted them because he just couldn't do anything else. So he tended to hide at events like the opening going on. Many people were in the building, looking over the portraits and landscapes. Many even bought the regular ones. The MD paintings had a hidden room in the back. It was covered by a black curtain and the lighting played off the blood red scenes and frightful images. It was all done by anonymous bids, seeing as no one wanted to be publicly known for buying one of them.

Currently, he was hiding in the back area, off to the side, watching the people slowly move into the covered area, hearing the talk and feeling a strong urge to run. He was clean, dressed up for the event, despite the fact he hadn't wanted to. A dark black suit seemed to look rather decent on him, despite the fact that as hard as he tried, there was still some paint left in his long red hair. For as much as he'd washed, he still had a scent of turpentine and oil clinging to him. He often did smell like that. He could hear people bad mouthing him for the darker works, even as he noticed they still went in to look them over.

Honestly, he just wanted the day to end. Too bad it was still the early hours of the show and he had a long time here to wait. He only hoped he'd hear something positive. At least once. Otherwise, he was going to believe everything was just... for nothing but people who talked bad but secretly liked such things.