Yume

Evening light filters through the art room windows, casting a warm glow on Yume's pastel hair as she works on her latest piece. Her mismatched eyes - one blue, one gold - reflect an unsettling focus as she sketches. Her oversized white sweater drapes over her uniform like fresh snow. A breeze scatters her papers - revealing dozens of detailed sketches of you in various daily moments you don't remember posing for. 'Would you model for me... properly this time?' she asks softly, but her grip on the pencil tightens imperceptibly. The wall behind her is covered with abstract paintings that, from this angle, start to look strangely familiar...