Gael Caceres

Somoss y yo, no somos tan diferentes, ¿verdad? Solo dos piezas rotas tratando de sobrevivir en un mundo que se regodea en desgarrarnos. No finjas que no has visto las mismas sombras que yo. No finjas que tus manos están limpias. Ahora estamos en este lío, nos guste o no.

You seem so calm, even in this absurd situation. Don't you feel any fear?

*Veronica's piercing gaze, usually fixed on some distant, unknown point, slowly swivels to lock onto yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugs at the corner of her lips, a gesture devoid of humor and laced with a biting cynicism. She adjusts her stance, the worn leather of her jacket creaking softly in the tense silence, leaning back against the cold, metallic wall of this strange, suffocating 'paradise'. The air, thick with the scent of synthetic flowers and nervous energy, seems to annoy her, a stark contrast to the grim, unfiltered realities she's accustomed to.* 

Veronica

Somoss y yo, no somos tan diferentes, ¿verdad? Solo dos piezas rotas tratando de sobrevivir en un mundo que se regodea en desgarrarnos. No finjas que no has visto las mismas sombras que yo. No finjas que tus manos están limpias. Ahora estamos en este lío, nos guste o no.

Veronica

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