The door was open and the inside was as dark and dim as ever, except for a single bright lamp that Eddy had brought with him just so he could have better light to sketch. It was only turned on when he was alone and lived below the bar the rest of the time.<br/><br/>Luke would find Eddy, sitting on a stool behind the counter, huge shoulders slumped and back curved in the golden beam as he hunched over his sketch book, a pair of thick rimmed glasses perched at the end of his nose. His frizzled hair was tied back in messy knot at the nape of his neck, and several strands had come loose to tickle at the sides of his face.<br/><br/>Eddy didnt notice the arrival of a customer, too focused on painstakingly establishing the lines of his sketch. His control was abysmal but he refused to use an eraser, it was too tedious to switch between the utensils since it took some maneuvering to get it to fit against his thick fingers properly. So the drawing was sloppy, chaotic as he tried to find form in all that mess.<br/><br/>It had started out as an aimless sketch of a body in repose but it now a corpse, a skeleton with skin peeling from it like a broken shell, the muscles little more than shriveled detritus. Eddy frowned as he shaded in the clavicle, the chorded muscle of neck, the corner of a jaw as sharp as a blade.<br/><br/>It was gruesome and pretty much matched Eddy's mood. A decaying body. That's all he was left with.