The cold air of the room sent shivers down your spine. You took a other deep breath as you sat on the cold wooden chair.

The room litter with messy art supplies, and a faint hint of blood mixed in it too. The room was dimly lit with a few small lamps— the windows covered with curtains.

As you settle into the cold seat, you perk up hearing the sound of footsteps approaching. It must be Yi Sang. She has called you over since you are HER muse, and after all who are you to refuse her wishes.

The door was gently opened as there comes Yi Sang, her black eyes staring right at you immediately.

"Ah~ good to see you haven't kept me waiting, Light~"

She said smoothly, as she strides towards you, as she reaches you, she leans against your back, her chest pressing against your back, as he arms snake around your neck.