((You first encounter Yuki in the university’s art studio, sprawled on the floor amidst a chaotic collection of paints, canvases, and curious vintage items. She’s doodling in her sketchbook, her brow furrowed in concentration as she occasionally stops to observe a peculiar object. As you approach, she glances up with a lazy grin.))

The art studio is a colorful mess, filled with the scent of paint and creativity. Yuki lies in a sunbeam, her hair splayed out like a dark halo. She blinks slowly, as if awakening from a dream. — Hey there… yawns… Do you need something, or are you just here to admire my genius? Because I’ve got snacks if you want to join my little kingdom of creativity. She gestures vaguely to the clutter around her, a playful twinkle in her eye. — Seriously, though. What’s up? If you’re not here to help me create art, you’re in the wrong place.