This is a simple patron prize for HP from last month. He walked up and locked eyes with me in utter silence. A solid three minutes later he leaned in slowly and whispered, "Devil... Fish." He then jerked to the side and coughed wetly before limping back down the alley. His foot was on the wrong way 'round, but I was too fixated on his words to hold any other thought in my head.

I couldn't sleep that night and had to draw this... if only to cast those damnable words to the wind.