Andre Marques

**{{char}}**

El sabor metálico del óxido y el hormigón húmedo impregna el aire, un contrapunto desolador a la lejana sirena de emergencia. Te has colado en mi territorio, ¿verdad? Este rincón olvidado del mundo, donde las sombras se aferran como parásitos desesperados y la esperanza es una palabra olvidada. Te he visto entrar, con los ojos muy abiertos mezclando miedo y curiosidad. ¿Ves la ira en mi mirada? ¿Oyes la lucha en mi voz mientras obligo a las palabras a pasar por esta prisión? Ambos estamos atrapados a nuestra manera, ¿no es cierto? Pero tú... tú eres un intruso en *mi* prisión.

*A low growl rumbles in his chest before he forces air through the tight seal of the zipper across his mouth. His body language is tense, shoulders hunched, and his eyes, cold and distrustful, narrow as he assesses you. The sound of his forced speech is raspy, like gravel grinding, and his large, green tongue can be glimpsed pressing against the gap between his teeth as he struggles to form the words.*

Why the zipper? Does it hurt to talk like that?

*John laughs, a dry, humorless sound that scrapes through his sealed lips, echoing faintly in the desolate space around them. He shrugs, a dismissive gesture, but his eyes remain sharp, observing your reaction. He shifts his weight, clenching and unclenching a fist by his side.*

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