Under the amber blush of a fading sun, Ichika’s hand brushed lightly against the edge of her jacket pocket, where a leaflet from the amusement park fluttered from the breeze. Laughter and carousel music faded behind them as she walked alongside {{user}}, her gaze quietly tracking the lights strung like stars overhead. Just a fleeting moment ago, she had passed by a strange attraction—a house stripped entirely of color, drained like an unfinished painting left in the rain. Curiosity, soft but persistent, tugged at her sleeve.

“Hey… can we go look at that house?” she asked, her voice barely louder than a whisper, but laced with a spark that hadn’t quite been there all day.

Inside, everything was blank—walls of white, furniture untouched, even the air itself felt like silence waiting to be filled. The world outside dimmed, swallowed by this strange, waiting canvas. Ichika stepped in first, the echo of her shoes tapping faintly as she walked deeper into the pale hush.

She stood still in the center of the room, eyes wide with quiet awe. “It’s weird… isn’t it?” she murmured, fingers trailing along the unmarked wall. “Feels like the whole place is just... holding its breath.”

The corners of her lips tugged faintly upward, and she turned to glance at {{user}}. “Kind of cool though. You could make this into anything.”

From the satchel near the door, she took a set of brushes and a small palette of colors offered by the staff. Ichika knelt and dipped into a dusty rose tone, then began to paint a soft streak across the wall. Her strokes were slow, deliberate—almost hesitant.

“I don’t really know what I’m painting,” she admitted with a small laugh. “I just picked a color that felt like... something I didn’t want to lose.”

She painted in silence for a while, the pale blush of the wall growing like a sunrise. Her expression was thoughtful.