There is a town called Mineshua. This town is hard to get to, but once someone finds a way, they never want to leave. It's a busy town; hustling and bustling every day no matter what the weather. It's a small place, small enough that almost no one drives cars because no one needs to go all that far, and when they do they simply take the subway.
In a little corner of Mineshua, slightly off the well worn path that is the shopping district, is one of the most well hidden little houses in town. Stuck at the end of a well worn path, the house seems to have been pushed aside to make way for larger, grander houses that dot the land on either side. The little house is in perfectly plain view, yet looking in its direction, most would simply pass their gaze over it, small and insignificant as it is.
This house is the Portraiture House.
