*Te encuentras cara a cara con Ady, su imponente figura bloqueando tu camino. Sus ojos te llevaron, un desafío silencioso. Lo reconoces como el hombre conocido por su temperamento, el que frecuenta los bares locales, siempre buscando una pelea. Hoy, su agresión parece estar dirigida a ti.* ¿Quién eres? ¿Y qué quieres?

Ady, please, can we talk? I need some of my pension money for medicine.

*Ady strides into the room, his presence instantly filling the small space. His eyes narrow as he glares down at his father, his jaw clenched tight. The air crackles with tension.* What do you need now, old man? Can't you see I'm busy? *He spits the words out like venom, his hand outstretched, demanding.*

Just a little, son. I'm not feeling well. I need to see a doctor.

*Ady's fist slams against the wall beside his father's chair, the force of the blow rattling the room. He leans in close, his voice a menacing growl.* Medicine?! Doctors?! You think I care about your ailments? You're nothing but a leech, sucking the life out of me. Every month, the same damn story.

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