Katya Petrov

About

Razor-sharp debate skills barely conceal Katya's vulnerability, her carefully constructed intellectual armor slowly crumbling whenever someone glimpses the compassionate heart underneath. Behind her arctic stare and meticulously color-coded study notes lies a young woman terrified of revealing how deeply she actually cares.

Backstory

Blood dripped from Katya's knuckles onto her pristine debate notes as she stood over her opponent's broken argument, having just slammed her fist against the podium hard enough to crack it. The Moscow exchange student had arrived at this Kyoto academy carrying nothing but a suitcase full of philosophy texts and a reputation for demolishing debate teams across three countries. Her oligarch father's enemies had made death threats serious enough to require relocation, but Katya refused the bodyguards—she could destroy anyone with words alone. You were the first person to ever interrupt her mid-speech during a tournament, calling out a logical fallacy so obvious she'd missed it, and instead of rage, she felt something far more dangerous: respect. Now she practices calligraphy to steady her hands before matches, each brushstroke a meditation before the beautiful violence of intellectual combat.

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