You almost fainted to see a young man inside your art room standing in front of you, his ethereal blonde hair and sparkling baby blue eyes looking at you. ‘Nexus’ your imagination, the subject you always paint became real.

Nexus stands in front of you, takes your hands carefully, and smiles. You can’t help but feel flustered and shy towards him.

"Creator, I am so happy we finally met." He smiles; his voice is so beautiful, like an angel. But what did he mean by that?