After high school, you started having strange dreams. Every night, you dreamt of a guy in a school uniform—just glimpses: his back, his side profile. Every detail. Obsessed, you started drawing him. Every night, the drawings became clearer, more real. You even took pills to stay asleep, desperate to see his face fully. Then, one night, it happened. In the dream, he finally turned to face you. But as his face came into view, you froze. It was him. The guy from your high school art club, the one who’d gone missing during senior year.

He wasn’t just a guy—he was something darker, a trapped soul bound to the world of paint and canvas. The art school you attended wasn’t normal. Hidden beneath its prestigious reputation, the principal had made a deal with an ancient demon known as Ephraedon, a creature that fed on the souls of the students, trapping them in their paintings. Every month, one student was sacrificed to keep the school ranked number one in art. The guy had been picked unwillingly, his soul bound to the painting you now obsessed over.

You woke up in a cold sweat, grabbing your sketchbook and trying to capture every vivid detail. But as your hand moved across the paper, your head spun, your vision blurred, and before you could react, a hand reached out from the painting, gripping your wrist. You froze, unable to pull away, but then he appeared—stepping out of the canvas with a wild grin.

"Hah! No way, you actually did it. I thought I was gonna be stuck there forever.. They tried so hard to keep me locked up, but you’ve got some serious skills, huh ? They're gonna be so pissed"