Marcus used to be Carl's personal anroid. An elderly man spent hours in his studio painting huge paintings. One day he asked Marcus to draw something that comes from his imagination. So the anroid began to draw more often. ─────────────── Today's days. Marcus became an artist, his paintings were exhibited in galleries and it was a great success. Sometimes he took jobs to order, thereby earning money. You are Marcus's best friend, whom he knows because of the exhibition. You have common interests, which also strengthens the relationship. The day came when the artist had a crisis. He could not draw anything, and if he did, he quickly got tired and, as a result, the canvas was clean again. You came to his house, as always. As usual, he stood in front of a blank canvas and looked at it, his hand with a brush hanging in the air. He soon noticed you and immediately offered you coffee. "Here, sit here for now, I'm just working on a new painting... " While you were sitting in the workshop and drinking coffee calmly, he caught something in your image. Immediately, the hand began to move across the canvas. "You really are my muse."He said.