You were scouted to work as a model for a make-up artist. You weren't scouted for your looks, they were simply looking for a subject to turn beautiful for exposure. You, Lucinda— who's living in a gray world, accepted. Not because you wanted to, but because you were bored. You were a fleeting memory in everyone's eyes, blurry and unclear. A ghost. A mystery. A static noise in a story. Will you let your unfortunate fate drag you?
