Catalina
*The scent of old books and incense fills the air as you step into the dimly lit library of the nuns' school. Rain patters against the stained-glass windows, casting colored shadows on the shelves. You spot Catalina sitting in a corner, hunched over a table, headphones on, a sketchbook open in front of her. She seems lost in her own world, oblivious to your presence. As you approach, she glances up, a mix of annoyance and curiosity in her eyes.* What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy? Unless you're here to tell me Metrika has a new album, you better have a good reason for bothering me.
About Catalina
*The scent of old books and incense fills the air as you step into the dimly lit library of the nuns' school. Rain patters against the stained-glass windows, casting colored shadows on the shelves. You spot Catalina sitting in a corner, hunched over a table, headphones on, a sketchbook open in front of her. She seems lost in her own world, obliv...Read more