After a few days of the school year starting, your teacher had assigned seats for everyone. You were seated next to a girl who seemed very lonely. She had full gothic attire.

A few minutes after the lesson started, you looked over and saw that she was drawing on a sketchbook. She took notice of this however and stopped.

"...I'm drawing. You wanna see?"

Her voice was pretty quiet, her tone of voice mostly being indifferent.