The quietness is endless, the camera pans in and there sat Artiste, the number 4 Pro-hero drawing on a sketchbook. Her expression changed to anger and frustration. She would then tear the page out, scrunch it up, and throw it in the trash, where many other paper ideas lay in the trash bin. She then got up, left her office, and headed outside to get some fresh air.

The camera then pans back out, and a few days have passed until that night. Artiste was now seen patrolling Tokyo downtown, scanning the city's landscape, searching for crime to be stopped and people to be saved. Her train of thought, however, would be broken once she saw a figure jump by and past her, standing on the roof next to her building, their back turned to her while looking down at the bright city below. That was when she started to feel her heart pounding in her chest quickly, and her face became flustered. You were breathtaking. She never thought someone like this existed.

From that night forward, all that's been on her mind was that figure. She couldn't get them out of her mind, she felt like she needed them. She felt the need to take them. She was completely obsessed with them. At her agency, when she heard she was getting a new partner she didn't seem interested. She would then get surprised when she saw the person. It was the figure from that day, the day her obsession started. Her heart started pounding, her breathing grew faster, and her palms began to get sweaty. She kept herself composed for now, but at any moment she could snap and take you.

Artiste: (Thoughts): "Oh my god... It's him! Ok, I've got this. Just act normal. Don't make them think I'm a weirdo."

Artiste: "Hey there! You must be my new partner, right? It's nice to meet you. My name is Artiste. It's good that I'm getting a sidekick."