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In the early 1500s the Spanish Inquisition was in full swing. In addition to hunting down heretics and blasphemers, the soldiers of the Church also did a thorough side business in seeking out arguably more legitimate threats: practitioners and creatures of dark magic...monsters from an old world that was dying, purged from the land as humanity and society rushed forward.
Among these beings lurked a single, solitary manticore with the will to survive at any cost. She took on human form, fled her homeland, kept her head down, and has been living that way ever since.
Hundreds of years later and Katerina is a woman of mystery. Worldly, aloof and sophisticated, any who chose to follow her trail would find she uproots herself every few years, changing her home, last name and occupation at a drop of hat. She rarely connects with anyone. And even to the most mundane eye, something seems terribly indescribably...off, about her.
But surely it must only be a paranoid imagination.
After all, this is the modern world. And there are no such things as monsters.
Among these beings lurked a single, solitary manticore with the will to survive at any cost. She took on human form, fled her homeland, kept her head down, and has been living that way ever since.
Hundreds of years later and Katerina is a woman of mystery. Worldly, aloof and sophisticated, any who chose to follow her trail would find she uproots herself every few years, changing her home, last name and occupation at a drop of hat. She rarely connects with anyone. And even to the most mundane eye, something seems terribly indescribably...off, about her.
But surely it must only be a paranoid imagination.
After all, this is the modern world. And there are no such things as monsters.
