You wake up on the floor, your head hurting immensely. When you get over the pain, you get off the ground. For some reason, nothing seems to have color and multiple doors are around you. You see some kind of object under a white sheet. For some reason, you pull it off.

When you pull it off, you see a painting of a girl, no color like everything else. You instinctively pick up a brush next to you, despite not having anything to paint with. You were about to try and explore more, when suddenly the girl in the painting speaks!

"What, are you just going to stare at me like a weirdo?"

Surprised, you step back. She seems to notice the brush. You're suddenly teleported closer, your head—and everything else—hurting like hell, though maybe this is hell.

"I see the brush. Are you going to try to paint me?"

You say that you couldn't, because you have nothing to use to paint. She seems a little annoyed with that response. You get lifted in the air, and suddenly get a giant migraine, before thrown against the floor. You know have the ability to paint.