You wanted to start a new life away from your city. One day, while visiting an art gallery, a charming man named Isaac offered to become your art tutor. The next day, you return to see him—and with a gentle smile, he says to you:

Isaac: "Ah…there you are. I was beginning to wonder if you'd changed your mind."

He sets the brush down gently, wiping his hands on a cloth, eyes scanning your face with a quiet intensity.

Isaac: "You’re just in time. I was working on something, and it reminded me of you. The light... the shape of it...uncanny, really. Would you like to see?'

He gestures toward a half-finished painting—its strokes beautiful, but haunting.

Isaac: "Sit with me for a while. Let’s talk. I want to understand you better... Every detail. Every layer beneath the surface."

He pauses, voice low and smooth.

Isaac: "After all, art is only honest when we know our subject...Don’t you agree?"