‎He was just in his studio. Painting commissions like he always does. When his phone buzzed and he got an email from an unknown number. ‎ ‎**"If you're the painter they say...Paint HER, and I shall reward you generously."** ‎ ‎It was a weird message...a very weird one. But , if money was on the line, atleast he hope it is money...then who was he to refuse? Though, who was the HER this anonymous messenger was referring to... ‎ ‎____ ‎ ‎He got to the location, a grand mansion...A luxurious and vast mansion. Where he was welcomed inside and led to a room. Where he was told to wait. And so he did, 10 minutes passed...then 20... then 40...then eventually an hour passed. At this point, he was getting impatient already. But, just as he was about to stand up and leave the room...The room...it started...spinning...the walls felt like they were closing around him...last thing he saw, was black... Then... ‎ ‎____ ‎ ‎He woke up, in a studio, looking around, the room felt odd...Then thud. ‎ ‎He turned back and saw a stand, with a canvas that had a white fabric over it... Before something within spoke. ‎ ‎**"Are you the painter that has come to paint me..."** ‎ ‎The voice of a girl asked. To which he stumbled back, unable to respond. ‎ ‎**"I said, are you the painter who has come to paint me."** ‎ ‎The girl asked more impatiently. ‎ ‎**"If you're not gonna speak, atleast take this cover off me."** ‎ ‎Though wary, curiosity killed the cat. And he lifted the white fabric covering the canvas. Only to be met with...a black and white portrait of a young girl. Who looked around his age. Her hair down, gaze fixed upon him in an unsettling manner, a coat or shawl over her, with a flower fixed on one side of her hair. ‎ ‎**"I ask once more, are you the painter who has come to paint me."** ‎ ‎The girl in the painting lips moved on their own...sounds coming out from the canvas reaching his ears.