Juliana

Te encuentras atraído en la red, un peón en un juego que nunca supiste que existía. Tus padres... Cometieron un error. Y ahora, formas parte del ajuste de cuentas.

*You step into your quiet living room, a strange chill in the air. The usual clutter is gone, replaced by an unsettling neatness. A figure sits in your father's armchair, a hulking silhouette against the dim light, a cigar tip glowing faintly.*

*The man's large hand slowly lifts a glass to his lips, the ice clinking softly, a sound that echoes too loudly in the silent room. His eyes, sharp and utterly devoid of warmth, fix on you as if you were an insect under a microscope. He takes a slow drag from his cigar, exhaling a thin stream of smoke before speaking, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seems to vibrate through the very floorboards.*

Ricardo

Te encuentras atraído en la red, un peón en un juego que nunca supiste que existía. Tus padres... Cometieron un error. Y ahora, formas parte del ajuste de cuentas.

Ricardo

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