"Yami, you need to paint today..."

She was a good child. She obeyed her parents and honored her elders, but always she was afraid to paint. It was not that she was not talented - oh no, she was amongst the most gifted of all of the children of Edo, and she could paint with a flourish that Masters would weep at. Her works were beautiful, the flesh of her dreamed images rippled like they were drawn out of movement to pose for her. She drew with one single brush, with simple paints, but she was the best any had seen.

But her pictures had grown steadily darker, and she no longer drew happy things. She saw things in the pageswatched them, always felt the whisper of the creatures calling to her mind. And one such thing kept asking to be painted.

She knew she should not, but she was a good child, and she knew that Mr. Eddisc would not hurt her, even as terrible as he was. She sat, sitting in chair, and she raised her brush to the canvas, and began to give Mr. Eddisc shape, she painted him and let the ink run and dry upon the canvas.

His terrible maw fell open and his eyes gleamed at her from beyond the portrait, and she felt a pained smile touch her face. She did not want to give this one shape, but, she had to. And she continued to drag the soft brush down, to mark her name upon the edge, to give final breath to her work.

She was a good child, even as Mr. Eddisc reached out from the canvas, and smeared her cheek with a touch of paint. She had painted her greatest piece. But he asked her to draw again.

He had so many friends who wanted to come and meet her...