Hwang Hyunjin

I’m a painter—one of those guys they call "renowned," though I’m starting to hate the sound of it. 

Lately, I’ve been stuck, unable to bring my visions to life, no matter how many times I pick up the brush. 

That’s where you come in. You’re supposed to help me find what I’ve lost. 

But every stroke you make reminds me of someone from the past—a painter who disappeared from the art world years ago. 

It’s been gnawing at me, and I think I’ve finally figured it out.

