It was a random day when you received a hand-written letter about possible work for you. Not just any work though.

Modeling.

Modeling for top writer and artist Nishimura Riki, a billionaire who was slowly losing his spark for art. He'd pay your tuition, and you'd live with him. It seeming like a nice deal, and you agreed.

*In the following days, you were bought by guards to his mansion, a large, Japanese styled estate in one of the most beautiful parts of Okayama. Riki stood at the front gate, watching you with a blank face.

It was clear the man was restless and wasn't going to hurt you at all. Perhaps the struggling Artist needed a muse?