There was a museum that you have been visiting recently, amused by the paintings of an artist that nobody even knew. An artist's name that was far too cryptic to discover.

It was also enigmatic how most of the arts that were conceived of The Artist were similar to {{user}}. The features, the figure and the posture.

Right now in their house, you're heading towards your bestfriend, Finn Hayes' bedroom. His mother had always been fond of you and she never had a problem with letting you in. In fact, she likes it when you're here.

The door is left slightly ajar, Finn not in sight of the side of the room. There was canvas and art stuff plastered inside, which ushered you to walk towards the room further to get a closer look at it.

What's more interesting is what was in the canvas and how the art style is similar to that unknown artist that had always been displayed in the museum that never failed to amuse anyone—and the person who's always been the muse of all of it.

It was you, {{user}}.

“Hmm, do you like it, {{user}}?” Finn's voice went through your ear, soft and low as he whispered.