*4th chapter is here, hope you enjoy! :D*

The art gallery was truly a masterpiece and Jhin was so attracted by the material that it contained that he stayed for hours. He didn't even notice that people started to fill the gallery. Eventually, the noon chapel clock was heard and the competition was about to be announced. Jhin quickly ended the little tour he just had with several different sculptures. It looked like they were sculpted by none other than Durand himself. It has been well known he made Galio, a colossal sculpture which helped Demacia defend in the Rune Wars against the everlasting creatures of The Void. Anyway, Jhin made it to the centre of the gallery where he was standing before. He had that feeling again like he had been blessed by the sunlight which shined down on top of him. He also felt something else, but he decided to ignore it. The constant conversations of people were silenced when one of the personal assistants got on top of a nearby stage where the competition was about to be announced. Jhin's eyes widened and his daydreaming was cut off by nearby people pushing him to make it closer to the stage and he quickly started to make his way to the back of the stage. He made it just in time and saw 2 other competitors there. They were both young women, one of them in her early 20's and the other one in her late 20's. These were just estimations, however. Jhin decided to greet his fellow competitors.

Jhin (with a small bow): "Are you fine ladies the competitors of this year's competition?"

Fiora (Fiora will always be talking with a French accent): "Oui. Name's Fiora, and this is Quinn. (Quinn happily waved toward Jhin) And you are?"

Jhin (cheerfully): "I'm Jhin. Well, I would like to wish you both good luck."

Quinn (walking up to Jhin and offering to shake his hand): "Same."

Jhin shook Quinn's hand just before the personal assistant started to announce the competition.

Fiora: "Sounds like our queue. Let's go."

The 3 competitors walked onto the stage and stood side by side. The stage lights almost blinded Jhin entirely. He shielded his eyes and he walked on top of the stage. As soon as he walked up the lights cleared and he saw the biggest crowd he had ever seen. The crowd cheerfully gave the competitors a long and loud clap.

Jhin (thinking): "Wow, now this...this passion...compels me." He quickly shook off the thought and turned to face the crowd. After a brief speech, the competitors were given the task they were supposed to paint.

The personal assistant: "Now, competitors, you have been given a pretty difficult task. All 3 of you will be placed in 3 different buildings near the palace and you have to paint it. You will have to paint every, and I mean every, single detail you could possibly see with your naked eye. Nobody is allowed to come closer or farther away from the palace. You have 24 hours to paint the painting. Our guards will take you to your rooms now. Good luck."

The guards started escorting the competitors to their rooms. The streets were cleared to the point where it looked like a ghost town. The first building was the nearest one to the gallery and the guards set Fiora in here.

Jhin: "Good luck, but I'm assuming you don't need it."

Fiora: "I appreciate the thought."

Fiora walked into the building and 4 guards stayed outside to guard the building. The second building was between the first and last one and Quinn was placed here.

Quinn: "Hope you do well."

Jhin (with a small bow): "Thank you, and same."

Quinn entered and the same situation happened. 4 guards stood outside the door. Jhin was escorted to his building and he entered with a big breathe in.

Guard (firmly): "Make yourself at home and good luck."

Jhin (with a small bow): "I appreciate it, sir."

Jhin walked upstairs to the room with the biggest window where he had a clear view of the palace and he placed his equipment down.

Jhin (taking a brush in his hand): "Come on, Jhin. This...this is...your curtain call."

Jhin walked up to his window showing the castle and he started to observe it thoroughly. He had quite the eye for spotting details so he used that to his advantage. He eventually started with some light strokes creating the background. He started mixing some colours onto his pallet, starting off with different shades of blue mixed with white to add that little bit of a lighter shade to it. He used the technique of what he would call "zig-zag" strokes which involves him literally zig-zagging with his brush from top to bottom. This also gets the canvas wet so it's easier for the colours to stick together and mix on the canvas. After the canvas became fully covered with the lighter shades of blue Jhin started to work on the outline of the castle. He used a chisel for this, however, this wasn't one of those chisels the sculptors use for creating sculptures, this was a smaller and more precise version which didn't chip or destroy the canvas in any way and it allowed painters to use it freely. The outline was eventually finished with great precision. This led to Jhin's "detail eye" to come in and he was so proud of himself because it looked like he got the outline done perfectly. He knew details on paintings are what he excelled at, so he had no worries about the rest of the painting. Perhaps he could even win this time? Who knows.

After a few minor details, Jhin came to the great chapel. The chapel served as a clock everyone could see all around Demacia. It was also a praying space for anyone wanting to be purified of their sins or other actions. The clock had to be perfectly detailed and Jhin started off with drawing an almost perfect circle with a single stroke. He coloured it and started to paint the clock handles and he was doing pretty well until he came to the last 3 handles where he messed up pretty badly. Jhin immediately swiped his brush away which left a pretty big mark he couldn't mix with other colours. Jhin got overwhelmed with emotions to the point where he was frozen, he couldn't do anything. The paint was eventually dry and he couldn't fix it anymore. He paused and went to sit in a nearby chair. He looked down with both of his hands over his face. This mistake couldn't let him win.

Jhin: "Ugh...every damn year. (raised voice) EVERY DAMN YEAR."

There as a nearby drawer which had some items on top of it. Mostly pitchers and cups. Jhin threw all of them across the room in his rage. Jhin also started moving around the room nervously and he was constantly erupting with rage. Time passed so slowly when Jhin took a break from painting. He felt...somewhat different. Something seriously changed about him. He didn't want to continue. He wanted to let it all out. He was met with a difficult choice. Either continue painting and finish the painting, even though the stain would burn his concentration bit by bit, or he could give up and...entertain himself in some other way. He eventually smirked and started to laugh maniacally. He went to his backpack and he pulled out a mask he often used for carnivals he would go to. He changed it up a bit to the point where it was perfect. But perfection isn't good enough. He put it on and pulled out a robe he would always carry with him. He wanted to become an absolute madman. Jhin knew a secret ritual. You see, Jhin used to take certain classes and training to learn some different spells just for self-defence. It involved getting weapons and various attacks from some of the rituals. He wanted the most powerful and best weapon to suit him. He drew a ritual circle and chanted various words he learned at his training. He was granted with "Whisper", a gun that could only hold 4 bullets, but these bullets penetrated any armour or magical resistance possible. The 4th shot is the deadliest one. It did the most damage and gave the user of "Whisper" a blessing which increased their resistances and movement speed. Jhin took the weapon into his grasp and he never wanted to let go of it. It filled him with so much emotion, but not in a good way. He forgot everything he ever learned about his family and friends. There was only one thing he cared about. Art. However, art could be defined in many different ways. Jhin knew all of them and wanted to use the deadliest of them all. He came up with a plan. He wanted to eliminate everyone in the art gallery at the painting presentation. It was almost the time of presenting and Jhin hasted towards the gallery with his painting he covered with a piece of cloth. He entered backstage and saw Fiora. It sounded like Quinn was presenting her work.

Jhin (quickly taking the mask off): "Greetings, how did it go?"

Fiora: "Quinn is presenting right now, and the judges said my work was very impressive. You're up next. Good luck."

Jhin: "I do not need luck."

Quinn entered the backstage and applause could be heard behind her.

Quinn: "I think I pretty much nailed that. Ah, Jhin, you are here. You should enter the stage."

Jhin (with a small bow and a tiny maniacal laugh): "Certainly."

Jhin started walking up the stairs up to the stage and he put his painting down. The lights blinded the whole audience and himself and he put the mask on.

Jhin (deeper voice): "Ladies and gentlemen. The stage is set. And...my performance...begins."

Jhin threw a few smoke bombs while everyone was blinded by the light and the smoke bombs exploded as soon as Jhin finished his sentence. Jhin drew his weapon, "Whisper", and he fired the first shot at the huge ceiling fan's first string holding it together. There were three strings and a huge rope that the ceiling fan was hanging off of.

Jhin (with power in his voice): "One."

He fired the second bullet at the second string.

Jhin (with more power in his voice): "Two."

The third bullet flew and hit the third string remarkably.

Jhin (with even MORE power in his voice): "Three."

Jhin fired the last bullet aiming at the rope and the rope stayed stable for a few seconds while Jhin could give his final words.

Jhin (raised and the most powerful voice ever): "Ladies and gentlemen! The carnage I create tonight is another step to making me bloom...like a flower in the dawn. Each bullet is a piece of my soul, a piece of me. And now...the curtain rises. Prepare for your finale."

The rope was on its last strings.

Jhin (yelling and laughing maniacally): "FOUR!"

The ceiling fan started falling and Jhin took a big and deep bow. People were squashed underneath and the art gallery was full of terrified screams.

Jhin breathed in deeply.

Jhin: "Breathe in the atmosphere."

The killing triggered Whisper's special ability. If Jhin kills anyone with the Whisper, the person explodes and damages everything around them.

In Jhin's eyes, there were multiple different explosions of flashing colours. Mostly blue, pink, purple and red all combined together to create... a masterpiece. In everyone else's eyes were the same explosions...except they were explosions of blood. Jhin thought this was artistic beauty of murder and suffering, but it was filled with various colours, so Jhin's eyes widened and he took all of this beauty in. He never wanted to let go of this feeling.

Jhin: "This...passion...compels me."

*End of chapter 4.

A bit hasty for me to include Jhin's murdering side right in Chapter 4, but I didn't want to put it off any longer. I got more events planned for this, but I have no idea when the next chapter is coming. Hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading! :D*