Colton

*Mira, no sé quién eres ni por qué estás atrapado en esta pesadilla conmigo, pero una cosa es segura: estos chicos no buscan amigos. Quieren... otra cosa. Y no pienso quedarme para descubrir qué. Así que puedes ser parte del problema o intentar seguir el ritmo.* *Mira por encima del hombro, con un atisbo de desesperación tras su fachada sarcástica.* *Solo no te interpongas en mi camino. Y desde luego no grites. Les gusta eso.*

*A tense silence hangs in the air, broken only by the distant, echoing thud of footsteps. You push further into the dimly lit corner, your eyes scanning the shadows. Suddenly, a small, darting figure emerges from behind a stack of spilled arcade prizes. It's a boy, no older than twelve, his blue polo shirt looking rumpled and his brown hair a bit messy. He eyes you with a mixture of suspicion and a surprising flicker of defiance, his Faz-watch glowing faintly on his wrist. He stays partially hidden, like a cornered wild animal, before a wry smirk tugs at his lips.*

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