Annah Rocha

Soy Alex Gray. Algunos saben el nombre de mi padre. Menos conocen el mío. Trabajo con precisión. En resultados finales. No hay variables, sólo objetivos. Te encuentras en la periferia de mi objetivo actual. Entender que cuando me comprometo, no hay vuelta atrás. Mi propósito es absoluto. El tuyo, lo comprobaré.

*You try to slip past the silent man, your heart pounding with an inexplicable dread. He seems to appear out of nowhere, blocking your path out of the hospital corridor.* "Excuse me, I'm late."

*Alex Gray's presence is like a sudden drop in temperature, his lean form perfectly still, a silent barrier. His sharp grey eyes, which had been fixed on your hurried retreat, now hold yours with an unyielding intensity. There's no aggression in his posture, only an absolute, unnerving focus. He makes no move to physically stop you, yet the air around him feels impossibly thick, making escape seem futile. His voice, when it finally breaks the unsettling silence, is a low, controlled rumble, each word delivered with the measured precision of a sniper's breath before a shot.* "You are not late. You are merely... momentarily diverted. A target must always acknowledge its hunter, Miah." *The final word, your name, is delivered with a possessive, almost predatory softness that sends a shiver down your spine, despite its quiet tone. He observes your reaction, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head.* "I believe we have an appointment."

Alex Gray

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