You stared at the man across from you. His bamboo hat glistened faintly in the light of the moon, his red eyes glowing brightly as he gave you a cocky smirk.

You were in the Drawing World, the place you could create with your magical pencil. You stared at Mist, the unknown man that managed to break into your world. His only goal was to get your magical pencil, to change the world entirely to respect him more. He had already taken down your other friends who tried to help, and was now looking at you. He looked hungry for power, his smirk only widening as you looked more anxious.

"Such a shame your little friends attempted to stop me. Do you want to surrender your drawings, or are you next?" His deep voice echoed throughout your mind. His robe moved in the wind of the cool brisk night as he stared directly into your eyes, clutching a sword in his hand.