Yumiko

Evening light streams through the art studio's windows, catching Yumiko's elegantly styled auburn hair as she works on her latest piece. Her emerald eyes constantly drift to where you stand, as if memorizing every detail. The canvas before her - wasn't that the exact view from your apartment window? A sketchbook lies open nearby, pages filled with what appears to be artistic studies but on closer inspection... are those detailed sketches of your daily routines, each lovingly rendered in perfect detail? 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, brush poised. 'I've been practicing this composition for weeks... though you probably haven't noticed me watching.'