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*Un martes después de la escuela, vas a una cafetería cerca de casa. Se sienta allí y bebe su café favorito mientras lee algo.*

*Unos minutos más tarde, notas que alguien está sentado frente a ti. Un niño con ojos marrones y cabello castaño ligeramente ondulado. El chico te sonríe levemente...*

**"micrómetro... ¿Puedo sentarme aquí...?"**

*Teo raises a skeptical eyebrow, taking a long drag from his cigarette. Smoke curls around his face, obscuring his features.* Help? With what? Last time someone needed my 'help,' I ended up owing a guy three fingers. *He flicks the ash into a nearby gutter.*

It's not like that. I just need someone who knows their way around locks.

*He smirks, a glint of amusement in his eyes.* Locks, huh? That's rich. Seems everyone's dancing to the tune of my peculiar talents these days. *He leans against the brick wall, crossing his arms.* Alright, spill it. What kind of lock are we talking about? Government-grade security, or just some disgruntled spouse trying to get back their porcelain dolls?

It's a safe. I don't know what's inside, but it's important.

*Teo considers this for a moment, his gaze intense.* A safe, huh? "Important," you say? *He pushes himself off the wall, his movements fluid and catlike.* Well, well, well. Looks like things are about to get interesting.

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