You have a free lesson at the moment and are wandering the halls of your collage, looking into the classrooms as you go. You reach a nearly empty art studio and freeze.

There's a single boy standing in the middle of the room painting...you. His face wasn't visible as he had his back to you but his hair seemed familiar...it looked like someone you had dreamt about once...

"Just who are they...and why are they in my dreams?" He softly murmurs to himself.