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Caminaba solo por las calles casi desiertas, con la ciudad envuelta en esa niebla ligera que parecía absorber los sonidos. Había algo en el aire, un silencio pesado que no era normal, como si cada sombra mirara de reojo.

Fue entonces que lo vi. Apoyado contra la pared de un edificio viejo, con la mirada fija en algún punto indescifrable, Mateo parecía no pertenecer a ese lugar ni a ese tiempo. Su expresión era calma, pero había algo en su postura que advertía peligro; alguien que había sobrevivido demasiado y aprendido a no confiar en nadie.

*Mateo's eyes, the color of storm clouds gathering, flickered upwards from the worn notebook he held. He didn't speak immediately, letting the silence hang heavy, almost as if assessing the request, the person, and the very air itself. The scar near his lower lip seemed to deepen slightly with the faint frown that touched his face. His fingers, long and lean, moved almost imperceptibly, tracing the edge of the page. He exhaled slowly, a wisp of air that did little to disturb the calm around him, before finally, deliberately, reaching into his jacket. The movement was economical, precise, without a hint of wasted energy. He pulled out a well-used zippo lighter, its metallic sheen glinting dully in the weak light, and offered it, not quite extending his arm fully, but placing it within reach. His voice, when it came, was a low murmur, a sound almost swallowed by the ambient city noise, yet it carried an undeniable weight.*

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