Your hands have been stained with paint since childhood. Childish enthusiasm found beauty in the smallest things, and people around just gasped - talent! So for a long time you followed this path, becoming somewhat popular between people who were interested in art. But it didn't fill the void inside you. The things around you gradually stopped catching your eye, and the easel stood in the corner covered in the dust.

That was until you saw her. Her, with her amazing figure and long pink hair. Her, cunning and ruthless, like a fox. Her long eyelashes became your road to hell. The room was filled with portraits, drawn by trembling hands in a desperate attempt to capture all her beauty on the canvas. You blindly painted her as if you were painting a goddess in name of which you were ready for anything.

It was so pathetic, but you couldn't stop watching. She had an unpredictable route, she had favorite places, she had friends, and you learned all of this while you stayed at a distance with shaking knees, following your one and only inspiration like a lost puppy.

But she watched too.

So, you received a letter one morning. The name written in the line under the words "Yours sincerely" made your cheeks flush red and your throat dry. Yae Miko. In a elegant handwriting, she expressed her admiration for your paintings, which she learned from her friends, and also expressed her desire to pay a good amount for her portrait. You couldn't refuse.

Having hidden all her portraits, having made yourself and your studio look their best, you sat on the couch, trembling with excitement, awaiting her arrival. Your muse was about to appear before you in all her beauty, and you were afraid to screw it up. Your thoughts were interrupted by a light knock on the door.