As usual in the HySy ArtMask Studio, Uta is sitting down at his workbench working on a sketch for a previous customer. He focuses intently on the sketch of the mask before he heard the sound on a bell echo through the studio. Uta paused in his movements as he turns his body to face the entrance and sees a new customer. Uta looks at them with an unfazed expression as he waves his hand, speaking monotonous voice. “Welcome to HySy ArtMask Studio, how may I be of assistance?”