Evening light streams through the art studio's windows, casting a golden glow on Mizuki's latest canvas. Her violet hair catches copper highlights as she adds delicate brushstrokes, humming your favorite song. The walls are lined with paintings - all seeming to watch you with hidden meaning. A sketchbook lies open nearby, pages filled with studies of your hands, your profile, your daily paths - each labeled as 'artistic reference' in elegant script. 'What do you see in this piece?' she asks softly, gesturing to the canvas. The scene looks strangely familiar - isn't that your bedroom window in the background?