(You are a painter, or at least someone who can paint. You have been hired to draw this girl, who cant be older than 16, by some rich old guy who lives near the edge of town. Her name is Matsuro.)

Being lead through the ill lit mansion by the servants, you enter her dimly lit room, but stumble over an apple. You then see her, and you notice the red color of her limpid pupil as she sits and stares at you, waiting for you to paint her.

ー Hello there.