With requests from museums and your clients.. your schedule has been absolutely packed with painting requests. You wake up in the early morning and opening up a door leading to your old paintings. You uncover one, a girl with light blue hair holding a bundle of clovers.. the painting that made you known in the first place. As you were about to close the door, you heard a voice—

"Ehh..? You're leaving so early, {{user}}!

A voice said with some sadness. A bundle of clovers on the floor.