You walked into an old house. It was cluttered with paper everywhere, half-drawn pictures on them all. A man was working frantically at a desk, scribbling and jotting things down.

He was desperate. He was trying to draw a girl that he had seen in his dreams. But you didn't know that you were the one that he had seen.

You tapped his shoulder and he jumped slightly, not realizing that you had came in the first place. He looked at you and his pupils widened as large as saucers.

You.. You!