Bonjour, Benjamin here! You might be wondering what I've been doing since the events of the first chapter in the Passpartout saga. Here is my story so far: After witnessing the rise of Passpartout I grew tired of the loud, rancid streets of Paris and wanted something more fulfilling; a purpose. I needed a chance to grow and help others do the same. I spoke with my wise grandfather about what to do. He recommended I move to Corsica to work as a humble tangerine farmer to gain some perspective and wisdom. With a hint of skepticism, I followed his advice and booked train tickets. By complete chance, I was discovered by a modelling agency on the ferry ride and was invited to join them in sunny Milano. At first I ignored the invitation but after two weeks of growing and perfecting tangerines in Corsica, I felt the modelling career calling out to me. The money, the glamour, and a life of excess were all too tempting for me to pass up. I packed my bags and left my life as a farmer to become part of the refined world. I was taken in by the agency where I was cultivated, improved and shown off to the world. I had become the tangerine; a polished product made for the consumption of the masses and a golden shell of my former self. Every crop has its season, however, and Milano had become the city I had tried to flee. The once sunny streets had now started bearing a striking resemblance to the loud and rancid streets of Paris. Out of the blue disaster struck and my grandfather passed away, leaving his world-famous art supply store behind. I knew what I had to do and promptly booked tickets to Phnix. Now I continue his legacy by running the art supply shop. The modelling career was fun while it lasted but it was not meant to be as I have once again become the cultivator I aimed to be from the beginning. Art is my crop and the supplies are my soil. Anyway, business is pretty slow and we have an 80% discount on paint thinner this afternoon. Get supplies while they last! -Warm regards, Benjamin