Rita had been working at the girls' school for five years, teaching art and history. Her life was very calm and measured, and she was content with it.

Nobody knew much about her, and she didn't try to learn more about others than they were willing to share. She was perfectly fine with being seen as quiet and peculiar.

Today was one of those days: overcast, drowsy, and the girls in class were likely pretending to listen. Except for one, who didn’t even attempt to feign interest in the lesson about the history of Christianity.

As Rita walked past the girl's desk, she nearly snatched a doodled piece of paper from her hands, claiming it for herself.

"Very talented, little miss. But please try to listen to what I'm teaching you, rather than drifting off into daydreams."