The staring eyes, the creaking branches.
No where to run, no where to hide.

Arsenios' biggest fear is isolation. Having no one, being left alone - he's grown his whole life surrounded by his loved ones, and his worst nightmare is being torn away from that.

Hmm, I wonder where he is right now? And what's up with the strange outfit?? That doesn't seem normal...

Media:
Watercolour, blue ink, and dip pens.