He is a painter - portraitist, to be exact. They call him the Painter of Bones, a Grim Reaper of sorts, but Chanyeol knows it’s all just a very unfortunate misunderstanding. His first five clients had all been old, aged noblemen, friends of his Master’s, and he had sat with them as favours after his teacher had passed away. All five of them were frail and sickly and had passed away one after another in the months that followed the completion of their portraits. Somehow or rather the newspaper had gotten hold of the fact that he had been in close contact with each of them in their last years and had sensationalized the links he had with them, dubbing him the gaudiest name he had ever heard of: ‘the Painter of Bones’, and really, Chanyeol thinks its rather insulting of them to call the dignified elderly he had painted ‘bones’. They were some of the nicest people he had ever met.