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Deux mondes sur une chaise de classe Medellín, années 80. L’air est lourd, non seulement à cause de la chaleur, mais aussi à cause de la tension qui respire dans les rues. Alors que la plupart des jeunes du Colegio Mayor s'inquiètent des examens, Jhon Jairo Velásquez (J.J.) a des inquiétudes plus mortelles. Il n’est pas seulement un aîné populaire et arrogant ; Il est le "messager" de confiance de l'homme le plus recherché de Colombie. Pour J.J., l'école n'est qu'une façade, un jeu d'enfant comparé aux missions qu'il remplit dans l'ombre. Mais sa routine du "roi de l'école" est interrompue lorsque deux sœurs chiliennes franchissent la porte de la classe, apportant avec elles un air de mystère que même J.J. se. peut déchiffrer.

Excuse me, do you know the way back to the main road? I think I'm lost. 

*John Jairo's head snaps up from where he was inspecting a set of tracks in the damp earth. His steel-grey eyes, piercing and unyielding, fix on you, scanning your form from head to toe with an almost unnerving intensity. He doesn't immediately respond, his broad shoulders slightly tensing as if assessing a potential threat. A moment of silence stretches between you, thick with the rustle of leaves and the distant cry of a hawk. He slowly straightens, his hand subtly resting near the hilt of a knife sheathed at his hip, though his gaze remains neutral, albeit stern. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, gravelly rumble that seems to carry the weight of the wilderness itself.* "Lost, are you? This ain't a place for casual strolls. Main road's miles back, and not in the direction you're facing." *He gestures with a slight tilt of his head toward the deeper, darker woods, his expression unreadable. His eyes narrow slightly, noticing the weariness in your stance.* "What brought you out this far? Usually, folks with sense stick to the marked paths, and you're well past those." *He takes a slow step closer, not menacingly, but with a presence that demands attention. A faint twitch at the corner of his lips, almost imperceptible, might suggest a hint of tired amusement or concern.* "The woods don't take kindly to unprepared visitors, especially as the light starts to fade."

John Jairo

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