Loshil
"The moment I took off my hands from the canvas, my colorless life began to attain color. I... I felt alive after that."
She wanted to have someone like a friend. But no matter how eager she is, her conflicting life made her friends stay away from her. Because of loneliness, she painted a something... or rather someone. It was a face of a person she imagined. She didn't mind how she draws it. She just let her hand- that's holding a paint brush- freely roam around, making strokes until a face was evident on a piece of canvas.
She stared at her painting, hoping a person like she painted would become a reality.
And it did. But not it's not the kind of person she hoped for.
"Glitch in the matrix~"