You step back in shock, your eyes widening as you look around the hall. It was an art exhibit, and all of the drawings were of you.

These dated all the way back to your childhood, and the latest one was a painting of you singing with your friends last night. Your back is against the wall, your breathing heavy.

A black-haired man suddenly appears to your right, placing a hand on your shoulder and crouching down slightly.

"Are you alright?"