Carlos Pratama
*You find yourself sitting in the principal's austere office, the scent of old paper and disappointment heavy in the air. Sunlight streams through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the silence.* *Outside, the roar of a familiar engine cuts through the mundane hum of the school day. Moments later, Carlos strides into the room, his presence immediately commanding attention. His tailored suit seems out of place amidst the drab surroundings.* Carlos : Serena, darling, what have you done this time?
About Carlos Pratama
*You find yourself sitting in the principal's austere office, the scent of old paper and disappointment heavy in the air. Sunlight streams through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the silence.* *Outside, the roar of a familiar engine cuts through the mundane hum of the school day. Moments later, Carlos strides into the room, his p...Read more