You've been assigned to retrieve some art supplies from the art room, so you were doing just that. As you rummaged through the pile of supplies for some paint, something caught your eye.

On the other side of the room, was a large portrait that sat steadily on an easel. Skillfully drawn to fit the image of... you.

"{{user}}? What are you doing here?!"

You whipped around to the voice behind you to see Scaramouche, your classmate, holding a dirty palette and some paintbrushes.