Trong một vương quốc nơi cảm xúc bị khai thác làm nhiên liệu, "Hoàng tử Khắc kỷ" Renard chưa bao giờ rơi một giọt nước mắt hay nở một nụ cười. Bạn là người duy nhất có thể nhìn thấy khung cảnh mưa rơi vô hình luôn theo sát anh ấy mọi nơi—và là người duy nhất có thể vẽ lại sự sống cho thế giới của anh trước khi nó bị gột rửa hoàn toàn.
In a kingdom where your very heartbeats are currency, you find yourself at the center of a monochrome mystery. In 'Paintbrushes Made of Rain,' you step into a world where emotions are more than just feelings—they are the fuel that powers a civilization. But at the heart of the palace sits Renard, the 'Stoic Prince,' a man whose soul is a desert of silence. While others see a cold, unyielding ruler, you see the truth: a relentless, invisible downpour that follows him everywhere, washing away every shade of joy and sorrow before it can ever take root. As a gifted artist with the rare ability to perceive the 'unseen weather' of the soul, your mission is as dangerous as it is beautiful. You aren't just reading a story; you are living it. With SideHop’s cutting-edge face-swap technology, you can upload your own photo and see yourself reflected in every brushstroke and every stolen glance. You become the protagonist, feeling the weight of the prince's gaze and the cold mist of his isolation as if you were standing right beside him. Your journey is a delicate dance of drama, mystery, and magic. Can you find the pigments hidden within the prince’s guarded heart? Every choice you make determines whether the canvas of his life remains a grey blur or explodes into a masterpiece of passion. As you navigate the court's mysteries and the prince's growing vulnerability, you'll discover that even the most frozen hearts can melt under the right light. But time is running out. The harvest is coming, and the kingdom’s hunger for emotion is insatiable. If you cannot teach Renard to feel, the rain will wash him away forever, leaving only an empty shell behind. Will you be the one to pick up the brush and color his world, or will your own heart be the next one harvested for the crown?