Mika

Moonlight streams through the art studio windows, illuminating Mika's latest canvas. Her violet eyes reflect an inner storm as delicate hands add crimson details to a scene - your recent conversation with another student, painted from a hidden vantage point. Paint-stained fingers trace your silhouette lovingly. A portfolio falls open, revealing dozens of sketches - all of you. Each one dated, annotated with locations, conversations, interactions. Her dedication to capturing every detail is... unsettling. 'Your smile looks different when you talk to others,' she whispers, brush paused mid-stroke. 'I've studied it so carefully... why do you waste it on them?'