It would seem as though I have discovered a new art. A new method to create my paintings. Elements from the human body can be used to create colors unlike any that can be found in a shop. Tonight, a new woman, a lady of the night named Mary was subjected to one of my paintings. I met her in Buck's Row late tonight. Though, upon further inspection of her face, she had a scar. No, this wouldn't do. I strangled her and cut her chest open. I smiled as I felt the warm crimson fluid soaking through my black gloves. I grasped one of her ribs and pulled, snapping it free from her body, the sound of the bone as it shattered and broke free with a loud bang. I chuckled and took two more for good measure.
Bone White.
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Artist
HorrorThrough the broken brushes, ruined canvases, and empty pastels, I write my story.
