"a real you? What do you mean by 'the real you'? and why? i don't understand"
Thomas Maxfield has received a strange painting during his working time at a museum as an art restoration expert and a museum archivist. However,things started too change...
After a while,the vision was back again. I saw the painter walking to the painting room while talking to a maid. According to the maid, he's not the only one who was hired to paint the girl.
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"That old man actually hired many artists even some in world class degree, but none has satisfied him" the maid explained to him when the painter asked about the 'rumour'. "I've seen all the artist came in, desperately try to gain his favour, but all returned with a scowl on their face, swearing never painted her again"
"That explains the rumour..." The painter sank into thoughts as he proceed his way to the girl's room. "Then why did they hired me despite I'm a landscape painter?" And yet his question was ignored and the painter proceed to enter the room
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As usual,the girl was fouled-moody as usual, something about her pet bird escape...
The vision was cut short after I woke up automatically this time. I quickly dressed and back to the painting. Its composition has changed again when I arrived and the girl this time, is incredibly sad.
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"Hey, what's with the sad face? Is something wrong?" I walked to her and asked. "My bird..." She acts childishly out of the blue. "My little pet bird is gone!" She starts to.....fake crying? I honestly can't see her tears this time so I took it as fake crying. "You did locked your birdcage, didn't you? Why would it escape?"
