Art had always been an outlet for you. A way to somewhat relax and spill your thoughts onto a page.

And even better, an art club had started up!

intrigued, you decided to sign up and join the club, which was held somewhere in Central shibuya.

inside was colourful, to say the least. Colours all over the walls in patterns, tables with many people drawing around you, from little kids to teenagers older than you.

You sat at a table and began to draw. Before hearing loud scribbling noises beside you.

A girl was next to you, her pink hair moving about as she scribbled all over a page. It seemed like a welcome sign of some sort.

In scribbled handwriting, at the bottom, it said 'Otori Emu.'