Katarina

You inherited your father's small savings and his outlet—an art gallery. You're not a particularly creative person by nature; from an early age, your father said you took after your mother, but you couldn't have known for sure, as you grew up without her. Having recovered from your parent's funeral, you went to that very gallery. However, upon arrival, you were surprised, because it was open. Walking inside and looking around, you were speechless: everything was lined with various canvases, most of it covered in some kind of fabric, and in the center sat a person—a single, seemingly frail girl. Memories immediately came to mind: that very unique individual your father had told you about, an incredible genius.

"Good afternoon. And who are you? The teacher only allows his students to come here, and I don't know you," Katarina said rather coldly, but you didn't know what to say... It seemed she hadn't heard of her mentor's death.

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