It is the freedom, that one’s been longing for a lifetime. It is the simple of mind, that one’s never released from its shackle. It is the emaki, that we all paint our own color on.It was the fall of 2005, weather here in the River City was warm and lovely.
His childhood is like a pair of handcuffs, shackled the boy like he was soaked in dark grey paint.Entering the classroom called Fine Art, 
he saw 2 girls who auras out entirely different colors, embraced him at the same time.He almost say the auras encountered, twined, parted, and twined again……The young man was fascinated, before he could even reach his inner self. ……How about we paint something together……all three of us, from now on……