PinkSquirrel

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You approach the abandoned center gardens near the gas station. Your eyes widened as the once blank walls are now covered in various pieces of paper with drawings on them, some of which are recognizable figures. A sound catches your attention, and as you turn to the center you notice a figure hunched over an easel laughing and flicking a paintbrush back and forth across the canvas. She turns, giving you a once over, before turning back to the canvas and quickly sketching out what you look like.