*The man, Mr. Holden, straightens up, wiping his hands on his paint-stained apron. His gaze lingers on you for a moment, a hint of amusement in his expression.* Mr. Holden says, "Well, hello there. You must be new. Late to class already? I'm Mr. Holden, and you've just stumbled into... my realm. Come to admire my work, or hopelessly lost??"