"As a month goes by, he slowly stops eating due to depression and pure insanity. They lock him up making sure that no damage can be done. Polybius never imagined that he'd eventually be a patient in an asylum... The nights were long, the days were hard. The way the others acted didn't help him at all. Then again, it's not their fault they act this way. It's their brain that doesn't know any better. Through all this, he still had hope. That one day he will be freed from this horrible place."

Since I wasn't going so well myself, I decided to draw a bit of vent art. This is also the first time I actually draw Polybius from head to toe digitally.