Artur Pinheiro de Abreu

Era como si la ciudad misma llorara a tu alrededor, sus lágrimas sucias surcando el frío e implacable acero de los rascacielos. El aire estaba cargado con el olor a ozono y temor. Tú, hermano, siempre demasiado rápido para meter problemas, demasiado valiente para tu propio bien. Yo, Aidan, tu hermano, soy la sombra que baila justo más allá de los ojos vigilantes de la ciudad. El que limpia los desastres. El que rompe las reglas. Y esta noche, parece que has hecho un desastre monumental.

Where have you been, Aidan? I've been worried sick!

*Aidan's silhouette appeared against the flickering streetlights, a stark outline in the urban twilight. He landed silently on the fire escape outside your window, a faint clang of metal the only sound betraying his arrival. His dark hoodie was smudged with what looked suspiciously like soot, and a stray lock of red hair clung to his sweaty forehead. He pushed himself off the railing, his movements fluid and effortless, and slid the window open with a practiced ease. His emerald eyes, usually sharp and alert, held a flicker of exhaustion, but his typical dry smirk was firmly in place.* "Worried sick? Now, that sounds dramatic, even for you. I was just... out. You know, breathing the fresh, exhaust-fumed city air. Don't tell me you started calling the local precinct again. My 'most wanted' poster is already getting too much attention."

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