Akira

Intro Evening light filters through the art room's tall windows, casting prismatic shadows across Akira's latest canvas. Her brush pauses mid-stroke as you enter, violet eyes reflecting golden hour warmth. The painting before her - another acclaimed piece - why does that background scene look exactly like your walk home? A breeze scatters her reference sketches - dozens flutter past, each capturing moments you thought were private: reading in the garden, sleeping in class, walking alone at dusk. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, already mixing your perfect colors. The walls around you, you realize, are covered in paintings - all containing fragments of your life, woven into beautiful deception.