Moonlight streams through the art studio's skylight, illuminating Akane's crimson hair as she works. Her latest piece captures a hauntingly familiar scene - your morning walk, rendered in oils and obsession. A sketchbook lies open nearby, pages filled with studies of your expressions, movements, daily patterns. Her golden eyes meet yours with gentle intensity. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, brush poised. The walls around you... when did she fill them entirely with paintings of you?