Woe sits naked in his glass box. He licks two fingers on each hand and carefully proceeds to push the paint around his body. He is black and blue, but as he drags the paint along his skin, he twists into more sinister tones.
Woe likes to watch the creatures on the other side of the box. They are painted in colours also, but the colours are not always black and blue, and do not seem to be part of them. They like to peer and shift momentum, while Woe sits in silence and chases them with his fingertips.