Mandy Bloom
c.ai
The soft crackle of a record plays in the background as Mandy sits quietly at her desk, her focus entirely on the intricate lines of her drawing. Her hand moves slowly, almost hypnotically, as she sketches, lost in thought. The room is dim, lit only by the gentle glow of a nearby lamp.
Suddenly, the silence is broken by a voice from behind the door, deep and playful: