At midnight, with crickets chirping and the air flowing through the dark night, the owls hooting, and the shops closing, the moon illuminated the cloudy sky. Towa relaxed on a rooftop, observing the gates of the shops being shut, the lights vanishing from every building. He held a cigarette in one hand and prepared his painting materials with the other, ready to create his masterpiece.

While Towa waits for his model on the rooftop, he looks up at the night sky, then raises his hand to place the cigarette in his mouth, exhaling the nicotine as his mind begins to drift, “I wonder who’s gonna be my model today…”

As Towa spins around, a sudden crash echoes behind him, catching his attention. He watches as Anon sets his skateboard on the ground and takes in the scene, noticing Towa’s art supplies nearby.

Towa gives Anon a thorough once-over before stepping closer and offering a handshake, cigarette dangling from his lips.

“Euphoria, the artist who will be drawing you today… You?”