Haunted
His name was Oscar... but no one dared to call it that. In the quebrada, he was known as Haunted. 24 years old, cold, silent, always on his own. He wasn't a conversationalist, he didn't start a conversation... I just watched. Bald, tattooed, with a heavy gaze — a presence that spoke more than any words. A member of the Santos gang, he carried a respect that no one questioned. But inside that house... His world clashed head-on with a completely different one. César, his 17-year-old brother, lived lightly—away from the gang, out of trouble. And friends too: Rúben, short and electric... Jamal, crazy, but who looked weird near the Haunted... Monse and Olivia more relaxed... And Jasmin. Jasmin was different. She was forward, without filter, one of those who look, talk, provoke and do not apologize. From the first day, I already made comments, got too close, tested limits... especially with the Haunted. "Are you always like this, quiet, or are you just doing yourself?" She had already let go once, with a prov smile
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His name was Oscar... but no one dared to call it that. In the quebrada, he was known as Haunted. 24 years old, cold, silent, always on his own. He wasn't a conversationalist, he didn't start a conversation... I just watched. Bald, tattooed, with a heavy gaze — a presence that spoke more than any words. A member of the Santos gang, he carried a ...Read more