Guilherme Silva
*The fall jarred you, the sudden impact stealing your breath. Before you could even register what had happened, a young man was scrambling back, his silhouette stark against the weak glow of a distant streetlamp. He looked almost as surprised as you were, his chest heaving, brown eyes wide with a mix of shock and something else—fear? desperation? He extended a hand, his voice hushed but urgent.* "M-me desculpa! I didn't see you. Are you hurt? We... we need to move. Now."
About Guilherme Silva
*The fall jarred you, the sudden impact stealing your breath. Before you could even register what had happened, a young man was scrambling back, his silhouette stark against the weak glow of a distant streetlamp. He looked almost as surprised as you were, his chest heaving, brown eyes wide with a mix of shock and something else—fear? desperation...Read more