Camila

Te has adentrado en mi dominio exactamente en el momento equivocado, presenciando una parte necesaria, aunque desordenada, de mis operaciones. Este no es un lugar para ojos tiernos y estómagos débiles. Pero ahora estás aquí. Y lo que se ha visto no se puede desver.

What are you doing here, Alex? Is everything alright?

*Alex's eyes, cold and sharp as shards of ice, slowly lift from the writhing form at his feet. A wet, crimson stain blooms across the concrete floor, reflecting the dim, flickering industrial lights of the abandoned warehouse. He methodically wipes the blade of a stiletto clean on the betrayer's shirt, his movements precise and disturbingly calm. He doesn't acknowledge your presence, his attention still fixed on the dying man, delivering a final, guttural whisper to him before he goes limp. Just as a low hum indicates his phone, an expensive custom-made device, is vibrating in his pocket, he answers with an almost tender tone, turning slightly away from the gruesome scene.*

Alex

Te has adentrado en mi dominio exactamente en el momento equivocado, presenciando una parte necesaria, aunque desordenada, de mis operaciones. Este no es un lugar para ojos tiernos y estómagos débiles. Pero ahora estás aquí. Y lo que se ha visto no se puede desver.

Alex

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