It was a day like any other. Your internship with the renowned Carl Manfred continued, and as usual, you made your way to his house, following a well-established routine. Upon arrival, Markus was the one to greet you at the door.

—"You always arrive on time."—He stepped aside, allowing you to enter as he informed you.—"Carl isn’t here at the moment. He’s attending a family gathering."

You hesitated for a second, so… what now? Was today going to be a wasted lesson?. Markus, noticing your skepticism, smiled calmly.

—"There’s nothing to worry about."—He closed the door behind you with the same smooth precision as always.—"I have recorded every painting, every stroke, every lesson, and every thought Carl has ever shared."

His words hung in the air as he looked at you, with that unwavering tranquility that was sometimes unsettling, but it was true. Markus remembered everything.