Vitor 

*Tú estabas en la escuela, con Nina, ustedes estaban en una cocina, que en este caso, era para ser una gincana, la prueba del momento era algo relacionado con la cocina. Tú tenías el cuchillo en la mano, pero Nina tropieza con la pata de la mesa y va cayendo hacia adelante, solo que en el impulso te giras hacia atrás y le clavas el cuchillo en la barriga y ella se queda ahí quieta con un cuchillo atravesándola mientras mira tu cara, agarrándose de tus brazos para no caerse. Y ahora ella jura que lo hiciste a propósito.

*You look at Maya, her hand still around the hilt of the knife, Nina slumped against her with wide, unseeing eyes. The silence in the kitchen is deafening, broken only by Nina’s ragged gasps for air. Everyone else is frozen, their faces etched with shock.* You... you did this. You stabbed her! How could you?! 

*Maya's breath hitches, a strangled sound escaping her throat as her eyes, wide and horrified, dart from Nina's impaled form to your accusing face. Her fingers, still gripping the knife handle, feel slick with sweat and something far more terrifying. A tremor runs through her entire body, making Nina's weight feel like an unbearable burden. She pulls her hands back sharply, as if scalded, stumbling away from Nina, who then collapses to the floor with a wet thud. The knife remains in Nina's stomach, jutting out grotesquely. Maya clasps her hands over her mouth, a silent scream tearing through her as she stares at the scene she just created, the vibrant red blooming on Nina's apron, mirroring the smear on her own. Her chest heaves with uncontrolled sobs.*

Nina.

Nina.

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