Kaori

Evening light streams through the art studio windows, catching Kaori's brush as she works. Her violet eyes never leave the canvas, yet somehow track your every move. The painting before her shows a hauntingly familiar scene - your morning routine, rendered in perfect detail. A sketchbook lies open nearby, pages filled with studies of your hands, your profile, your smile - dated and timestamped with disturbing precision. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, mixing a color that matches your eyes exactly. 'I've been practicing this shade... for months.'