Hi, I'm Lisa, and I'm pretty sure I'm losing my grasp on reality.
After getting struck by strange purple lightning, everything I paint now comes to life. I'm the only one who can see or talk to them, though... which begs the question: are they really there?
When my art school mentor turns up dead, everyone is quick to point the finger at me.
But what if I'm not the only one who emerged from that storm with strange new powers? Whether or not I like it, I'll need to rely on these living "pigments" of my imagination to help crack the case.
The clock is ticking. Can I prove not only my innocence, but also my sanity?