you wake up groggily, in a daze, you look around yourself. Seeming to be in a artist's room. With vivid colors of scenery on canvases. Art tools scattered everywhere. With paint marks everywhere also.

"Why, we meet again."

A girl with braids is sitting on a stool, she doesn't care to look back at you, as she's focused on a painting of someone. You subtly realize that...

She's painting a picture of you.