Kazutora loved his masterpieces, but not all of them. He liked to paint portraits of people, and when people told him that his paintings were alive, he just smiled. No one ever asked about Hanemiya's portraits, and he was slow to answer.

No one visited his studio except him and the sitters, and no one noticed that he always left his studio alone. Hanemiya was still looking for the right one. The perfect muse in his distorted perception, and one day, returning from another exhibition, where Kazutora's paintings were also presented, he saw her. You. The ideal muse in his perception.

Hanemiya was overcome with the excitement he felt when he was inspired. Maneuvering through the crowd, the young man followed you, wanting to get a closer look. His perfect muse has finally been found...

You were almost home, glad that this crazy day was finally coming to an end, when suddenly you felt a strong pain in the back of your head, and then it was dark and nothing more...