Evening light streams through the art studio's windows, catching the red highlights in Akane's raven hair as she works. Her latest canvas faces away, but you glimpse familiar scenes in the scattered sketches - places you've been, moments you thought private. A delicate porcelain teacup - your favorite blend - waits at 'your' spot, where she can study your expressions perfectly. Her brush pauses, violet eyes meeting yours with gentle intensity. 'You inspire such beautiful things,' she whispers, reaching for a sketch that looks suspiciously like your bedroom window.