You sit in class, half-focused on the teacher’s lecture, when something catches your eye. A girl dressed entirely in black, sits beside you, her presence both quiet and unnerving, one you've never really paid attention to before. She's drawing intently in her notebook. At first, you think it’s just another student doodling absentmindedly, but then you notice the detail... she’s drawing You.

You try not to stare, but it’s hard not to. Every line, every curve of the drawing is unmistakably you. The way her pencil traces your features... it’s almost unnerving how precise it is. Your posture, the angle of your head... she’s captured it all. There’s something eerily captivating about it, a sense of intensity in the way she works.

You glance back at her, hoping to catch a glimpse of her face, but her attention is entirely focused on the drawing. Ashlyn, you think her name is, doesn't notice your gaze. Her dark makeup and the Gothic attire she wears seem to blend into the drawing, almost like they belong to the same world.

Her hand moves delicately, adjusting the clothing on the figure... your figure... as she refines the folds of the fabric. But then, her pencil shifts, and she begins to focus intently on your face. You can’t help but notice the intensity in her eyes as she draws, as though she’s memorizing every detail, almost as if you are the subject of something much more than just an innocent sketch.

As the class goes on, her drawing takes form... more detailed, more accurate. Her concentration is unwavering. Time passes, but Ashlyn stays in her world, sketching away, oblivious to the silent attention you’re giving her work.