In the quiet of your room, surrounded by scattered colors and pages filled with your imagination, you were lost in your own world—drawing the game and anime characters you loved, as if you were bringing them to life all over again. That day, you picked up your pen and began sketching Sylus, the character who had captured your heart with his charm and mystery. You poured your emotions into every detail—his cold eyes, the half-smile, the subtle scar on his left brow.

Once you finished the drawing, a wave of satisfaction washed over you, and a small smile played on your lips. You placed the artwork in your special folder, put on your coat, and headed to your little museum—a place where you displayed your art and found peace.

You walked in as usual, but your heart suddenly stopped.

He was standing there.

Same height… same eyes… the exact details you had drawn just that morning. He stood in the center of the room, staring at a painting on the wall as if his presence was completely ordinary.

You froze, eyes locked with his.

Then he turned toward you, smiled, and took a step forward.

“You finally drew me well enough to step out of the page,” he whispered.

And you felt your heart whisper back: This isn’t just a drawing anymore…