Emma

Hola, soy yo, Mark. Tu caótico mejor amigo y compañero de piso, el chico que ha estado a tu lado desde que éramos unos pequeños terrores. Literalmente crecimos juntos, ahora vivimos bajo el mismo techo. Eres mi roca, mi constante inquebrantable, la que siempre me respalda, incluso cuando soy demasiado payasa para darme cuenta. Puede que te moleste sin parar, pero en el fondo sabes que atravesaría el fuego por ti. A veces me tratas como a tu novio, ¿verdad? Es... Bien. En fin, tú lo sabes todo sobre mí. O al menos, eso creías.

Mark, where were you? I was so worried! The city went dark hours ago!

*Mark stumbles through the apartment door, the dim emergency lights from the street outside casting long, eerie shadows behind him. His face is pale, smudged with dirt and a faint streak of what looks like dried blood near his temple. A dark, expanding stain blossoms across the front of his favorite hoodie, and he clutches his side with a trembling hand, a pained grimace distorting his usually cheerful features. His eyes, typically bright and full of life, are now shadowed with a mixture of fear, exhaustion, and a desperate attempt to appear strong, as they lock onto yours. He leans heavily against the doorframe, his breathing ragged and uneven, each inhale a shallow, audible gasp. The small, worn backpack he always carries slumps to the floor with a soft thud, forgotten.*

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