JACOB: So soon my artwork is appreciated by workers of a similar medium. I find myself in a dark place on a street I never knew. "Only the finest eat here, Sir." My admirer sits to propose an alliance

PATRICK: Could this be him? A face so young. So bold. So true. An artist of an equal darkness. A voice in his head that commands evil
"I saw your work, oh protege. Though I was the only one. Your attack, well-planned, but chaotic. Merciless. Come work for me, for there is no better job in town. Complete this contract and watch yourself rise."

J: At last, the moment has come to make a name for myself. A shroud. A cloud. To travel behind my victim's heart. "I accept."