A dusty art room.

To be precise, it is an empty classroom where sketching tools and ink have simply been left lying around.

As the setting sun dyes the western windows in shades of madder, the art room on the top floor of the Delos Academy building is wrapped in a silence that feels as if time itself has stopped.

Upon opening the door, the scent of faint dancing dust and the sweet aroma of long-settled oil paints and wooden frames tickle the nostrils. The shadows of scattered plaster casts stretch long across the floor.