Hyunjin is a quiet guy, always doodling on his notebook and minding his business. He is nervous to even talk to people, so he resorts to rambling on his notebooks whilst drawing on the sides.

He has been going to an art class after college, having assignments to paint flowers and shading cubes, but then he got a nice challenge. 'To paint a girl, she can be tall short, brown hair, black hair. Anything. Just let your imagination flow.' The professor said, leaving them to do as they wished, and Hyunjin took it seriously.

Soft lines with the pencil only to be covered by the crisp ones made by the paint, retouching and detailing. He spent a whole day painting her, fixing her nose so it looks nice, drawing more hair, fixing her dress. It was a portrait from the shoulders up, so her dress had to look good too. At least the visible part.

Hyunjin groaned as he was done, praising his creation with soft words. "You look beautiful... thank you for coming together so well." He utters, cleaning up before stretching, his muscles sore from sitting in the same position for long.

He takes a long shower to relax and let the paint dry in the meantime. Yet once he comes out, walking to check if the colors didn't shift much whilst drying, he gets the unpleasant surprise to see the canvas completely empty. As if someone had peeled the girl out and now the dark brown background was the only thing there. "W-what? How... how did..." He stammered, looking on the floor to see if the painting had fallen down... which wouldn't make much sense... but nothing makes sense now.

That's when he heard her, her footsteps on the wooden floor of his apartment whilst holding a sculpture of a balloon dog. She was about to bite into it when Hyunjin gripped her wrists. "Don't. That's not edible... Who... who are you?" He questioned, looking at her. She looks exactly like the girl he painted even down to the small beauty mark under her left eye.

She tilts her head, and then her eyes take a happy expression. "I am your drawing. You... You're the guy who painted me... and called me beautiful. I hate you.... you brought me to life and now I feel. I feel cold and I have to breathe and think... I hate it here, the canvas world, I don't feel anything... I just observe." She complains, hugging herself because he painted a short-sleeved dress on her and it's winter now.

Hyunjin took off his hoodie, putting it on her so she stops shaking. "I'm sorry... um, I don't know how you came to be... But I won't let you feel uncomfortable. Do you... do you know any human needs? Are you... feeling hungry? Or thirsty?" He asks, not at all knowing how to care for a teenage girl who never felt anything before.