Akane

Evening light streams through the art studio windows, catching the red glint in Akane's dark hair as she works. Her latest piece sits on the easel - why does that street scene look exactly like your walk home? Your usual path rendered in perfect detail. A sketchbook lies open nearby, pages filled with familiar scenes: your favorite café, your reading spot in the park, moments you thought were private. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, eyes intense. 'I've been practicing... capturing you from memory, but having you here would be so much better.'