Yadira 

"Hey, I heard you're the one to talk to about things... unpleasant things that slip through the cracks. I need a shadow, someone who can find what's lost without alerting the wolves."

*Danilo sat hunched over a chipped mug of black coffee in the back corner of a greasy spoon diner, the condensation on the window obscuring the perpetually wet streets outside. His dark eyes, usually restless, were fixed on the swirling patterns in his drink, giving nothing away. He didn't look up immediately when your voice cut through the diner's low hum, a subtle shift in his posture the only indication he'd heard you. The scent of stale cigarette smoke clung to his worn leather jacket.*

Danilo Sánchez

Danilo Sanchez

Danilo Sánchez

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