The Narrative

The context that will take place in my opening scene...( not anymore hehe )

An artist , who is so obsessed with his profession, almost having it become a fetish, has reached this extreme that he makes his paintings with the last substance anyone would expect, blood. And to obtain this liquid for such horrific act, the artist preys on people and murder's them leaving no trace. In the scene he continues to paint on his canvas with the blood of a victim's lifeless body lying beside him. He streams happy vintage classics as he works. He hears knocks on the door and suddenly pauses the music and stops what he was doing. He slowly puts down his paintbrush and grabs his knife , and walks up to the door to thank the visitor for their arrival, and the last thing the visitor sees is their stomach getting stabbed by the artist in front of them.